Page 56 of Synnr's Ride

Every nerve he had came alive as their tongues brushed together—exploring each other with the intensity and care they couldn't have allowed themselves before now.

Her fingers teased the edge of his shirt, and he allowed her to pull it over his head. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she kissed him again, a luscious temptation he didn't want to resist.

He palmed one, his fingers pinching a nipple just strong enough to make her gasp and give him one of those tantalizing moans he never wanted to forget. Hanna didn't hold back anything tonight. All of her responses were his, and he'd savor them like nothing else.

Hanna pulled away, and he let out a groan the moment that connection was severed. Her smile was beyond wicked, and she reached down to the button on his pants, her fingers teasingly stroking his rock hard length until he was arching against her.

Then she undid the rest of the buttons and dropped to her knees in front of him.

Punt.

She grinned up at him, her expression somehow caught between some holy celestial spirit and demonic temptation. Then her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and it tipped the balance.

Demonic temptress. All the way.

And he'd gladly follow her into damnation.

As if sensing his need, Hanna slowly drew her fingers up and down his length, her touch light and so,sodemanding. She looked up at him through thick lashes, and Jori lost himself in the intensity of her gaze.

Desire blazed hot and strong between them. He wanted to feel every inch of her wild passion, wanted to revel in every bit of pleasure they could eke out of one another.

And he never wanted to let it go.

Her fingers teased him further with each gentle stroke, and the sounds he made couldn't have come from his throat—desperate, needy, completely under her thrall. His own fingers curled into fists to keep from digging into her gorgeous hair and taking control of this moment.

The heat of her breath brushed against his skin before she sucked him into her mouth, and Jori's world tilted until he lost his balance completely and yet still managed to remain standing.

Hanna's mouth around him made him powerful and vulnerable at the same time. It was a precious gift he couldn't resist. He couldn't do anything but surrender to the way she took him and be happy for it.

He was close to the point of no return. He could feel it gathering, could feel his shaft beginning to vibrate with that unique Zulir pleasure, and Hanna knew it too.

The evil temptress gave him a final lick and pulled back, lips wet and red and swollen.

Sopuntingperfect.

Jori dragged her back to her feet and kissed her hard, claiming that smile that he already knew he'd adore forever. Now he only had to find the way to make it so.

He stepped out of the fallen heap of his own pants and backed Hanna up against the bed. His cock was insistent, craving the tight heat of her sex and all she could give him. He wanted her writhing around him, calling his name and saying those words that even he hadn't yet managed to utter.

Instead he lay her down and undid her pants, pulling them off and getting her just as naked as he was. She sprawled on the bed like it was a sensual altar, legs open, breasts heaving, lips swollen, skin flushed.

Perfect.

His.

He could feel the heat of her spark deep inside of him, and Jori was tempted to summon it, to seal the bond between them so that neither one of them could walk away. He knew his own heart, knew what he wanted.

But he forced that emotion down. Not now.

Now yet.

Instead he buried his face in the juncture of her thighs and feasted on her heat. He inhaled the musk of her arousal, the sultry fragrance that somehow had him by the cock. Hanna groaned in time to his hungry tongue, her body writhing under him, fingers digging into his skin.

Desire burned hot and bright enough to leave a mark on him, body and soul. It burned more than just a memory into his spirit. He fed off her pleasure, needing to give more for every moan and sigh.

His own cock was hard as a rock, and if he didn't get inside her soon he feared he might explode, possibly into a billion tiny pieces. But this was about her pleasure, about her ecstasy.

And Jori was nothing if not thorough.

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