Page 104 of Scarlet Angel

He’s right. But even as he talks his game, I believe he won’t betray me.

I tug at his shirt, and he captures me again, bringing me down until my lips hover over his, so close. Everything bottoms out inside me.

“I never thought I could trust a man. Yet you…” My words trail off as my hips rock of their own accord.

“I’m one lucky bastard.”

Hard kisses rain down my throat to my chest. A brief suckling on my exposed nipple makes my entire body twitch. Blood rushes hot and thick through my veins with the desire for him to fill me.

He rolls me onto my back and sits back on his heels. My head lolls, and my eyes snag on the open door as my hips lift, and in one smooth swoop, my clothes are gone.

“The door,” I say.

“It’s just us.”

He says that, but there’s a chef, a fire stoker, and more security than I’ve ever seen, but I don’t care much about any of them as I unbuckle his belt and strip him of his clothes.

I grip his erection, and he hisses. Then I’m flat on my back, legs spread, and the burn of his cock fills me, stretching me.

He grasps my hands and holds them over my head, pinning me in place. His hips thrust, and the rug burns my bottom. He stills deep inside me, muscles strained.

“You trust me?”

“Body and soul.” It’s the truth. My heart squeezes with the admission, but I don’t have time to consider it, because he consumes me.

We writhe like animals on the floor. He brings me close, to the brink, to the point I beg for release, and then he flips us, and he’s on his back, with the same intention from earlier, mixed with love.

“Bring yourself there. Use me however you like.”

And I do exactly that. It doesn’t take me long before my back is arching. My knees scrape against the rug, but fuck if it isn’t worth it. He watches every minute of my release.

I run a thumb over his bottom lip and squeeze myself around him, earning a moan.

“What do you want?” He’s still hard and deep inside. I need to know what he needs.

He pulls me down and kisses me. It’s slow and sensuous, as is the movement of my hips over him.

Then he swats my ass playfully. “Get up.”

“Floors not that comfortable, is it?”

He grins. I lift, and we both groan as he slides out of me. But he’s up fast, offering me his hand.

He helps me up and spins me around, taking my hands and placing them on the mattress. He knocks my ankle and commands, “Spread your legs, love.”

He licks and kisses his way down my spine. His tip nudges my entrance, and I flatten my back, pushing out to meet him. And then he’s in, filling me, bringing me to the point of explosion yet again with his fingers and his cock. He reaches around, fondling my breasts, pinching my nipples, his hot mouth on my back, lifting me to ethereal heights. With a grunt and one last, deep thrust, he pulses inside me, and I detonate.

He holds me for long minutes as our breathing regulates, his chest to my back.

“Let’s shower,” he says into my hair. “We’ve got work to do.”

My muscles are weak, and all I want is to crawl onto the bed. He palms my thigh and nips at my shoulder blade. “If we get on that bed, we’ll never get out of it.”

An awkward half giggle escapes me because our thoughts are similar.

He groans and pulls me to standing, embracing me fully from behind. His rough beard grazes the side of my face, and he fondles my breast.

“Woman, I believe you’ve ruined me for all other women.”

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