Page 60 of Bryce

“Soon, baby.”He pushed her back and wrestled with his clothing, cursing silentlythat he had not just donned a bloody robe. He was losing time; timehe could be spending lavishing on her. He finally got everything off.

With a sigh ofrelief, he climbed in next to her, hands reaching for herimmediately. She melted into him, her own hands running up and downhis chest, feeling the quiver of muscles and still not believing thathe was all hers. That she would make him feel this way.

This was his woman,his lover, his best friend. The love of his life. He had fallen forthe girl and left with his emotions in tatters and something orsomeone had given him a second chance. He was going to run with it,embrace it and never let it go.

“I am going tolove you until we’re both weak and of little use to eachother.” He vowed. “Starting here.” He kissed herforehead and drifted to her cheek. Then he touched her nose, inhalingher scent. Her body vibrated, but so did his. His flesh was alreadyhot and feverish.

Little jolts of fireseared his belly, making him weak with need. The need was soincredible, so intense, he had to take several deep breaths. He hadno idea how he was going to hang onto the control which was alreadyslipping away from him.

It amazed that shecould be so potent, that just merely touching her could have thisdevastating effect on him. he kissed her, lips brushing against hers-slowly back and forth. He sucked in a breath when she inched againsthim, nipples brushing his chest. He was hard as rock, primed, andready to enter her. But not yet. No.

Not just yet. Henibbled at her lip and swallowed her moans. When her arms came aroundhis neck and her body arched to his, he almost let go of the control,just go with the flow. But tonight was special, it had to be special.

It took sheer willfor him to end the kiss and use his mouth to torment her neck and thehollow of her throat. She tasted like sex, love, and honey –addictive like a very potent wine. She was sweet, hot and the passionrising from her threatened to overwhelm him.

By the time hereached her breasts, she was writhing beneath him, restless fingerstugging at his hair, digging into his shoulders, his back. He passedhis tongue over the rigid nipple and had her crying out.

“Bryce.”God, I can’t.”

The voice, the need,the passion, the tone of it was driving him crazy. Reaching betweenthem, he palmed her and had her arching. He was on her and then inher and it took just that to have her exploding. She cried out hisname over and over again as sensation swamped her.

She felt as if shewas drowning in quicksilver, her body arched and vibrated. He heldher down, furiously suckling at first one nipple and then the other.All the time his fingers slicked with her climax stayed inside her,moving slowly as she slowly came back down from the high.

But he was notthrough yet. He was bursting, throbbing, aching, but he was notthrough.

His mouth drifted to her quivering stomach where he tooklittle bites. Zahra felt as if she was going mad. The violence waserupting inside her again and she could not stand it.

She could not keepstill. Her fingers dug into the sheets, gripping them as she tried toanchor her body. Her eyes popped wide open as she jerked. He waskilling her, she thought dazedly.

His mouth was slowlyand ruthlessly destroying her. When his tongue replaced his fingers,she screamed and fell – was falling so fast and so hard, shebecame dizzy. Nothing had prepared her for this. She was dying. Herheart was thudding so hard, she was faint from it.

Sliding up, hecovered her body with his, his dark eyes, face harsh from trying tohold onto the control. The look on her lovely face had his heartturning over. No one had ever affected him like this, and he knew noone ever would again. It was just her. He stayed still for a minute,hands cupping her face.

“You’remine.” His voice was thick, almost incoherent. “Say it.”

“I am yours.”She whispered.

“Say it again.”He demanded.

“I am yours.”She sobbed it out, arms wrapping around his neck as she buried herface against his throat. He moved then, driving into her with a forcethat broke the tenuous hold he had over his control.

Lifting her left leg,he bent it at the knee, the thrusts becoming feverish. He called outher name, told her he loved her over and over again. Begged her neverto leave him.

Emotions werebursting inside his chest, making him mad for her. Jerking her headup, he seized her lips and savaged her mouth. He was rough, butneither of them cared. And when she fell, he fell with her, his chestbursting, his body coated with sweat. He swallowed her cries as hepoured himself into her until he was empty.

It took severalminutes for him to gather his strength and move off her, but he kepther close, his arm wrapped around her body. She burrowed against hischest, fingers curled into the damp hairs. She did not know what tosay, wondered if there was anything left to say.

He rubbed a hand upand down her back, tense expression and puzzled. He had never lostcontrol like that. Not in all the years he had been with a woman.

He wanted her with afierceness that was uncanny and troubling.

“Hungry?”

She burst outlaughing and managed to dispel the heavy air of tension around them.

“Seriously? Wejust ate.”

“In case, youdon’t remember, we just had what be qualified as a sexualmarathon. Guaranteed to burn a hole through a full stomach.”

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