Page 85 of Sublime Target

And when she touched those points, he went still for a moment, denying her pleasure—whether intentionally or unintentionally, she didn’t know.

“More,” she whispered. “Please, Jerik. I need to come. Please.”

Her words appeared to set him off. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her even closer, holding her tightly as he kissed and caressed and sent her higher and higher into a state of pure bliss.

But he didn’t let her come yet.

Somehow, he knew exactly how to hold her there, in that place of euphoric desperation, just on the edge of oblivion.

She might almost think he enjoyed doing that to her.

He didn’t say a word. She couldn’t even imagine what he looked like right now—she couldn’t bear to open her eyes and look at him.

“Please,” she whimpered.

She was so close now.

But he held her there just a little bit longer, just because he could.

“Jerik, please.” She was absolutely begging him, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.

A devastatingly primal rumble issued from deep within his throat.

Then he simply grazed her there with a little bit of his fang, very, very lightly.

And that was enough to send her over the edge.

She climaxed hard, her body bucking and writhing, and he was there, moving higher, wrapping his arms around her, holding her closely, tightly, raining kisses through silk, engulfing her with his overwhelming presence.

He cocooned her.

She came.

He was patient.

He let her feel the aftershocks before he found her entrance.

Gently, possessively, he wrapped his fingers around her wrists and held her as all of the tension drained out of her body.

He planted a soft kiss on her neck, just below the angle of her jaw, where her pulse thundered.

Then he entered her.

A soft cry escaped him, a sound that was an exclamation of victory, release, and wonder.

He eased into her gently, an act of extreme self-restraint on his part because she sensed he would become ferocious in an instant if he could.

So she let him.

“You don’t have to hold back, you know.”

In her current state, she could take him easily—all of him.

“As you wish.”

At last, he fucked her, each thrust sending her deeper into ecstasy. He was no longer gentle with her, and she didn’t mind. He was creative, too, for he fucked her this way and that, occasionally changing position, moving her this way and that, showing her there were other points in her body that could be stimulated to elicit mind-blowing levels of pleasure.

He fucked her until she was slick with sweat underneath her dress. He explored her body with his hands and savored her with his tender-savage kisses.

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