Page 108 of Undeniable Temptation

He lunged for her, thrusting his body against hers, shoving her back against the wall, the result a resounding thud through the room. He grasped her wrists, raised them, holding them on either side of her head.

His hips ground into hers, his cock teasing the piercing in her clit. She whimpered, the sound derived from pure torture. She wanted him. All of him. He continued to lazily thrust, hard cock sliding over wet pussy. Not penetrating, only teasing.

“Forgive me.”

“No.”

He leaned to the side, his palm trailing over her waist, to her ass and lower to her thigh. He encouraged her to lift her leg and she wrapped it around him, her hands still on his shoulders. Fingers tickled her ass and then found her heat. Delicately, he parted her folds, sliding back and forth, each stroke finalized with a tap to the jewelry in her clit.

She closed her eyes, her core jolting, her lungs burning. His breath brushed her cheek, then his beard, the rough scrape a precursor to the gentle brush of his lips over her carotid. She ran a hand between them, reaching for his cock, but he tilted his hips.

“Not until you forgive me.”

His fingers moved faster, the slide, slide, slide, deepening. Penetrating. Finally, she had something to clamp down on and the sensation of fulfillment made her moan.

“Forgive me, Leah,” he whispered, almost making her acquiesce with his sweet tone.

“No.”

His free hand slammed against the wall, hitting hard. She’d thought it was a game. A prelude to make up sex. But he was serious. He didn’t realize he wasn’t to blame.

“Ryan—”

His fingers plunged deep, weakening her knees. She rested into him, needing his strength.

“Want me to continue?” he growled.

She nodded, her head bobbing in time with the clenching of her pussy. “Yes.”

“So you forgive me?”

“God damn you,” she yelled. “Yes.”

He inched back, taking his dreamy cock with him. She mewled. Then he was shoving between her thighs, lifting her knees and driving his cock home, his shaft sliding deep into her core.

She cried out, her fingertips digging into him.

He thrust hard, over and over, his chest lashing her nipples, his mouth finding her own. He held her leg in place, inching it higher, allowing him to sink deeper. He murmured to her as he gyrated, words of love, strength and commitment—I couldn’t bear to lose you. You’re all I have. All I want. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do whatever I can to make you happy.

She closed her eyes, enjoying how his harsh thrusts turned into languid, torturous strokes. “I’m happy, Ryan.”

Each movement of his hips came with a masculine groan, the strong shove into lust now mixing with hope and optimism. She could finally enjoy him. Without reservation or restriction.

“You’re such a wonderful man,” she whispered. “Some parts more than others.”

She met the next gyration of his hips with one of her own, the pleasure exploding with the slam against her clit.

“I’m glad you think so.” He buried his face in her neck and sucked hard on her flesh. “Because you’ve got me for the rest of your life.”

“I hope so.”

She continued meeting his pace, increasing the friction one thrust at a time. His breathing grew heavier, his throaty growl becoming deeper as her pussy contracted tighter. He lifted her, encouraging both legs around his waist as he pistoned, each undulation hammering her ass against the wall.

“I love you.”

She moaned at his admission and clung to his shoulders. Everything was heightened—her pleasure, her love, her optimism. Her abdomen began to tingle, the peppered sensation turning into a heavy throb of her core.

“Ryan…” She wanted to repeat his sentiment, but she was too late, her words cut short by her unpredictable orgasm. “Fuck.”

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