Page 20 of His Stormy Seduction

Garrett watches with rapt intensity, chest heaving as I peel the denim down his muscular thighs. His arousal bobs heavily, the thick shaft slick and glistening at the flushed tip.

I wrap my palm around the velvety steel, drinking in the way his eyelids flutter and his full lips part with a guttural groan. The sound has me clenching with renewed arousal, and I tighten my grip to pump his impressive length in a slow, purposeful glide.

"Christ, Bonnie," he grits out, hands clenching spasmodically at his sides as he fights for control.

Smirking wickedly, I lean forward to swirl my tongue around the swollen crown, savoring the salty-musky tang. His hips jerk reflexively, a ragged curse spilling past his lips. Emboldened, I hollow my cheeks to take him deeper into the slick heat of my mouth, bobbing my head in a steady rhythm until his fingers tangle in my hair, holding me in place.

"So good for me," he rasps, voice strained with barely checked restraint. "But as amazing as that gorgeous mouth feels, I need to be inside you."

The words send a shiver of pure need lancing through me. Releasing him with one last swirl of my tongue, I fall back against the rocky ledge, somehow managing to kick off my boots and leggings despite my trembling legs. Garrett surges forward without preamble, holding my legs over his arms and pulling me against him.

When he leans down to kiss me, I taste the musky tang of my own release on his tongue, stoking the flames of my arousal higher with each tantalizing stroke. His rigid length drags through my saturated folds, the thick crown nudging my entrance in a delicious tease.

"Do it," I pant against his mouth, nails scoring down the flexed muscles of his back. "Make love to me, Garrett.”

A rumbling growl spills from his parted lips as he sheathes himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. I cry out at the exquisite fullness, back arching as he stretches and fills me with each measured stroke. Garrett sets a punishing pace from the outset, hips snapping as he buries himself over and over in my welcoming heat.

My nails rake down the flexed muscles of his back as I rise to meet each driving surge, whimpers of pleasure spilling from my lips. The rough stone bites into my skin, but the delicious friction of his thick length gliding through my pussy eclipses any fleeting sting.

"So fucking tight, baby... taking me so perfectly," Garrett growls through gritted teeth.

The sounds of our coupling fill the mountain air—harsh breaths, muffled cries of ecstasy, the unmistakable slap of sweat-slicked flesh meeting flesh. I'm rapidly spiraling out of control, every nerve ending alight with pure sensation.

Then Garrett's hand slides beneath the curve of my ass, canting my hips at a new, devastatingly deep angle that has me wailing.

"Garrett! Oh god... I'm... I'm—" The warning dissolves into a sobbing keen as my release shatters over me in a blinding tidal wave.

Through the haze of bliss, I feel Garrett's rhythm falter, and then he's following me over that dizzying crest, his own harsh cry shattering the crystalline mountain air. He buries himself to the hilt, hips jerking as he empties himself in thick, pulsing streams.

For several suspended moments, the entire universe narrows to the mingled sounds of our ragged breaths and the rapid thunder of our heartbeats slowly returning to a normal cadence. Then, Garrett's forehead drops to rest against mine, the air between us hot and charged.

"Christ, Bonnie..." he rasps, voice rough with awe. "That was..."

I let out a breathless giggle, running my fingers through his tousled strands. "Yeah, it really was."

Pressing a lingering kiss to my brow, Garrett carefully eases out of me before collapsing onto the flat rock ledge beside me. I roll to face him, propping myself up on one elbow as I trail the fingertips of my free hand over the ridges and valleys of his chest in a lazy caress.

"So," I murmur, letting my touch drift lower to tease the grooved musculature of his abdomen. His stomach tenses beneath the featherlight stroke, but he makes no move to stop me, those dark eyes watching my every move with smoldering intensity.

"About those daredevil impulses..." I can't resist quirking a playful eyebrow, delighting in the way the corner of his lips kicks up in a wry grin.

"You're relentless, you know that?" he rumbles, but there's no heat behind the gruff words. “But if you’re really eager…” He trails off with that crooked smirk I find so inexplicably endearing.

My brows shoot upward even as a thrill zings through me. "What?”

"I heard about this remote volcanic caldera in Iceland that's supposed to be out of this world. Terrain unlike any other, with geothermic pools and jagged rock formations jutting up through the mist."

His lips curve into an almost boyish grin, one I haven’t seen on him before. "Sounds like the perfect backdrop to capture some truly breathtaking images. If you're up for a little adventure, that is."

I can't quite smother my own beaming smile at the thought of trekking across such an otherworldly landscape, camera in hand. And with him by my side.

"You know me, Blackwood," I tease. "Always up for a thrill."

His eyes darken to molten onyx at my suggestive purr, and he rolls to face me, one hand palming the generous swell of my ass and pulling me flush against him. My breath hitches at the insistent press of his growing arousal against my belly, that wicked smirk still playing about his lips.

"That's what I was counting on."

Leaning in, he claims my mouth in a slow, searing kiss that instantly reignites the embers of that blazing connection between us. I melt against him, reveling in the way our contrasting edges seem to slot together so perfectly—his steadfast strength grounding my impulsive daring, my spontaneity reigniting his sense of wonder.

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