Page 108 of Unlawful Seduction

Then Michaelangelo had broken through to the surface and everything had changed. There was that word again.

I knew trusting him or myself wasn’t a good thing to do. Not right now. But God, I wanted to so badly. I needed to feel as alive all the time as I was right now. He slipped his arm under my bottom, holding me tightly against him. His throbbing cock waspressed against my stomach, pulsing, the tip wet from his pre-cum.

His grin was free of the anxiety I’d experienced years before, replaced with an emotion I couldn’t exactly read. When he lifted me again, he didn’t need to command me to position the tip of his shaft against my pussy lips. I did so automatically and was instantly rewarded with the powerful man bringing me all the way down on his cock.

The pressure of having him inside was incredible, my muscles struggling to stretch wide enough. I was breathless, the single moan I’d issued ragged.

He wasted no time taking long strides toward the bed. Somehow, he managed to keep his cock buried deep inside as he crawled onto the comforter, using his strong arm and shoulder muscles to ease me down to the soft cover.

While a portion of his cock remained inside, he hovered over me, planting his hands on either side. Between the glow from the single light and the moonlight streaming in through the window, I was mesmerized by the shimmer in his intense eyes. I could swear the man was looking right through me, grasping my soul and taking it as his own.

Whereas both of us had been eager, refusing to wait for even a few minutes to touch and taste each other, he was now taking his time. I’d never felt so cherished as I did in this moment. His expression always gave clear indication of what he was thinking. Tonight was all about how much he’d missed our closeness, his hunger similar to mine.

Beckett arched his back, driving his cock deeper inside. There was such control with the man, his attentiveness catching me offguard. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he had tears in his eyes. There was such an intense connection between us, such a fierce need that I was fearful I’d combust.

Very slowly he lowered his head, pressing his lips across mine. It was a gentle gesture, adding to the softness and rush of emotions I’d felt when stepping into the bar. Was it true that he was staying in town? Did I want him to?

When I wrapped my legs together, entwining my feet, the answer was crystal clear. Yes, I wanted him in my life. Whatever happened was our future, whatever may happen.

Had he really continued killing to make this happen?

I shuddered from the thought.

He darted his tongue just inside as he pulled out, holding his stance for a few seconds before plunging into me again. We rocked against each other, our lips touching every few seconds, his tongue finding mine more than once. This was about as intimate as two people could get, but it was the extreme closeness that I would never forget.

His actions became rougher and he jerked one arm over my head then the other. With our fingers locked together, he continued fucking me. Our breathing was ragged, almost in a perfect rhythm. I refused to blink for fear this was nothing but a mirage.

As the pressure continued to build, I began gasping for air. The sensations coursing through me were electrified. As usual with him, I was a bundle of nerves, energy and passion, unable to control my body’s reactions to him. The sweep of emotions mirrored the electrified vibrations dancing down the backs of my legs.

He captured my mouth the moment I jerked up from the comforter, snagging a scream as an orgasm rolled through me. I clung to his shoulders, shaking like a leaf from the powerful tingles. He continued pumping deep inside, slowing his rhythm as my body convulsed, my pussy clenching and releasing.

I sensed he was doing whatever he could to hold back, wanting this to last just like I did. As soon as the orgasm passed, I realized just how relaxed I’d become. I lowered my legs, even lolling my head to the side as soon as he broke the kiss.

He chuckled darkly and rolled the top of his index finger down the side of my neck and between my breasts. “Not so fast, Doc. We’re not done by a long shot.” The man was so strong, easily lifting me from the bed, turning me over as if I weighed next to nothing.

When he crowded my space behind me, pressing his swollen cock against my bottom, I threw my head over my shoulder. The feel of his tip being pushed against my asshole didn’t startle me as it had done four years before. I was too far gone, spiraling inside the moment of utter bliss and continued longing.

He didn’t bother cracking his hand against my bottom as a reminder he was in charge. He simply continued pushing his cock into my darkest hole.

The discomfort was just as I remembered, my asshole aching almost immediately. I clamped my fingers around the comforter, tugging and jerking the material as he pulled out, plunging into me again.

All I could concentrate on was the sound of his skin slapping against mine. A filthy and delicious echo that matched the rapid beating of my heart. I felt as if I was floating on air, incapableof thinking and that was just fine by me. All I’d wanted to do for four years was to feel again, to share in the same charged jolts of yearning that had broken through our taped-together barriers. Who knew duct tape could keep shattered hearts and souls together.

I did so adore the guttural sounds he made, which filled my mind with wicked images. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying as he fucked me long and hard.

The man’s stamina was incredible, pushing him into the level of control I’d sensed his body had been fighting. But as with all good things, this had to come to an end. His body stiffened more than mine, his savage sounds more primal in nature.

But I loved every one of them, cinching my eyes shut as he folded his body completely over mine. As soon as his body tensed even more, I squeezed my ass muscles and allowed myself to fall into a sweet moment of ecstasy.

If only what we shared could last forever, but I wasn’t the kind of girl to believe in fairytales.

Time alone.

To talk.

It was a gift and one I refused to take lightly.

“I wish you could have trusted me enough to tell me what you had planned on that mountain.” My words were hollow, as much as they’d been for months after his ‘death.’

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