Page 24 of His Brazen Bride

That’s all I can take. I turn and swiftly pin her down on the bed, her arms over her head.

Her eyes go so wide I can see the whites in the shadows. The pale flesh of her breasts almost glows in the dim light, and I groan.

“You mean that? I can pleasure you and use your beautiful body to pleasure mine?”

She nods, a sultry smile on her face, her eyes searching mine, her plump lips parted.Vrek, she’s magnificent.

“Say it, Gwen. I need to hear it.”

“Take me, Ryz,” she replies, her voice rough and desperate.

I growl, descending on her mouth, sliding my tongue into her wet heat.

She moans as my tongue touches hers, arching against me. I want to explore every inch of her body, beginning with this mouth. I go deep at first, then tug at her lips, nibbling on them.

“Your tongue,” she gasps, when we come up for air.

“Is it satisfactory?” I ask.

“It feels incredible,” she whispers. “It’s like…suede.” I have no idea whatsuedeis, but “feels incredible” I understand. I travel over her jaw to her tiny ears, biting and licking as she purrs. I can feel the blood pulsing in her neck as I make my way down to her breasts, her nipples stiff and waiting for my mouth.

Removing my hands from her wrists, I grasp her sweet, hot flesh, my palms grazing her skin. I run my lips over them and she bucks, her fingers thrusting through my hair.

Quorr…!My toes curl.

When my tongue flicks at her soft flesh, devouring her luscious peaks, she moans my name, spurring me on.

I don’t care if she’s using me. Manipulating me. Thinking this will get her what she wants. The need to taste her sex and make her come undone beneath me is all-consuming.

I want to learn every nuance to bring her pleasure. I can smell her sex as I kiss her stomach. She wants me and my touch, and that makes me even more ravenous.

Now, to attend to that needy cunt...

7

GWEN

This is definitely one of my better ideas. Ryz will be putty in my hands, and I?—

He pushes open my thighs, stroking them.

Fuck.

What was I saying?

His kisses start at the inside of my knee and end at the hollow where my leg meets my aching pussy.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, awe in his voice, as his fingers trace over my sensitive flesh.

I shiver.

His breath is hot as he trails soft kisses from back to front, agonizingly slowly, and I whimper. “Oh…mmm…Ryz.”

He settles between my spread legs, one arm caressing my breasts, the other feathering over my inner thigh. I’ve never had a man just park himself there, admiring me and spending longer than necessary.

“You aren’t going to do anything weird, are you?” I ask, remembering the porn I stumbled upon.

“Have I done anything so far that you haven’t liked?” he asks, stroking my inner thigh with the backs of his knuckles.

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