Page 145 of Icy Cold Death

He wanted her to never forget.

She.

Was.

His.

“God. Hailey, hurry,” he muttered, watching her nipples pebble, and her body respond to his.

Oh, she was close.

There was no way she was holding on longer. When he hit that one spot, Bodhi tore her from the edge, sending her into one hell of an orgasm, but it didn’t end.

He pummeled that spot, and it made a second orgasm follow. No one had ever done that to her before, and it proved one thing.

A doctor knew his way around the female anatomy.

When he felt the ripples of orgasm, he held on with every ounce of control he had left, and when she came a second time, he was done.

Bodhi exploded, cumming in his bride-to-be.

There was no way to hold back.

That heat ruptured from him, filling Hailey with that heat, and marking her as his.

Again.

Bodhi wasn’t a territorial kind of man…UNTIL he found a woman that brought that out in him.

He moaned, and his body shook as that heat left him, filling her.

He rested above her, cognizant of her beneath him, but still wanting that contact.

That delicious feeling of her caged beneath him…

His woman.

His and only his.

It was life changing.

The colors swirled, and when they stopped, he slowly lifted his head.

She was flushed red, and he was buried in her body. The whole time, he could smell her perfume, and it made him crazy.

It looked as if Hailey would get her wish.

He wanted to take her all over again in the shower.

And he would.

As her eyes flickered open, she smiled up at him.

“And that, Sir, is how you sex up your fiancée,” she admitted, catching him off guard.

His laughter was infectious.

“You don’t say?” he admitted, setting her hands free to push off of her body. “Well, I have bad news for you.”

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