Page 31 of Synnr's Ride

Her body was drunk on pleasure, and she barely knew what she was babbling out. "I think that makes things even," she murmured.

"No." Jori stood and leaned over her, his eyes still burning with desire. "I think it was a good start."

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Stepping into the bedroom was crossing a line. But with the taste of Hanna still hot on his tongue, Jori left his cares behind. He and Hanna had raced across every line already, and there was no going back. Not tonight.

It was surreal that they were still fully clothed. His cock pressed against the closure of his pants and Hanna's cheeks were flushed.

Jori stepped close and his hands glided up Hanna's body, fingertips tracing the curve of her hips and up to the swell of her breasts. Her nipples were tight buds pressing through her shirt, and she sucked in a deep breath when he ran a thumb over one.

He wanted to explore every inch of her until he memorized every response. And then he wanted to perfect his touches until he had her quivering under him with just a brush of his fingers or a whispered word. Hanna soaked up the pleasure like she was made for it, eyes drifting closed as she swayed closer to him.

He was tempted to rip her shirt right down the middle and feast on what he revealed, but he held himself back, instead helping her pull it over her head and toss it aside. Her bra went next.

Punt. She was perfection.

Jori pulled her closer, no longer able to resist the temptation of her lips. She opened under him, tongue brushing against his. His hands continued their journey downwards, even as he devoted himself to the kiss. She was down to only her skirt now, with nothing beneath it.

He slid his finger under the clasp and held it there, waiting.

Hanna's breath hitched in anticipation, and then she kissed him deeper. She covered his hand with her own and helped him unclasp the skirt and let it fall to the floor.

All the while, his lips never left hers.

He eased her back towards the bed and followed her down, groaning as one of her legs wrapped around him. Even with his pants still on, he could feel the heat of her. Her skin was everything he'd ever dreamed of and he wanted to lose himself in it.

His fingers flirted against the wet heat at the core of her, teasing her entrance before gliding inside. Hanna moaned and arched against him. Before he could do more, she pulled at his own shirt and he had to break the kiss for a moment to tear it over his head and fling it away somewhere.

"Take yourpuntingpants off," Hanna demanded breathlessly between kisses.

Her wish was his command.

Every second away from her was too much, and when he came back to the bed, naked, cock hard and ready, he pressed his body fully against hers and captured her lips again.

He could kiss her forever.

His fingers dipped inside her again, pushing further until he found the spot that made her whole body go tight with a shock of pleasure as her breathing quickened. She didn't hold anything back from him and Jori gave her everything he could in return.

As much as he loved the kiss, Jori broke away with a groan and began to explore her body. His lips moved lower, and he took one nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.

Hanna gasped, arching against him and pressing her breast even closer. Jori smiled against her skin and didn't relent, seducing her with his tongue until she cried out for more. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him so she straddled him.

They paused in that moment, gazes locked as something impossibly tender passed between them. It made Jori's heart thump and made him question everything he thought he knew about this woman. He couldn't let that show, couldn't give her that power over him, even as he feared he was putting his whole self in her hands.

He pulled her down into a scalding kiss.

Then his fingers were back at her entrance, teasing her clit until she bucked against him, his own cock tortured by the movement.

He slid two fingers inside of her, meeting the irresistible heat and tight wetness that he'd never forget.

And once she was stretched and ready, he replaced his fingers with his cock, thrusting into her in a single stroke.

Hanna gasped and dug her fingers into his shoulders hard enough to bruise. He'd gladly wear her mark and hope it never faded.

They moved together, the harmony as natural as it was sensual. She was tight and wet, and it took all his control not to spill right there. But he needed to see her take her pleasure again. He needed it more than his next breath.

He thrust into her and heard his name escape Hanna's lips on a desperate breath. He wanted to hear it again and moved faster, pushing her higher until she was clinging to him, out of control but still in perfect balance with him. She flung her head back and bit her lip, bouncing on him as they moved, but the only sounds that escaped were gasps and moans of pleasure that hit their crescendo and had her body rippling around him as she clung tight.

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