Page 73 of The Savior

He added a second finger on the next thrust.

She arched, and her thighs trembled. “Yes.”

Her lips parted, and she let out a shaky gasp.

“Watching you…” He gave her more pressure, a deeper intrusion. “Is better than I could’ve dreamed.”

Self-consciousness heated her face. But the pleasure he gave her swept away the shock.

Each stroke drew faster. Every time, he curled his fingertips just enough, faster and faster.

Chelsea gripped his forearm, begging for harder, harsher, more.

A possessive guttural kiss burned onto her lips, and that was everything she needed. She exploded against his hand, succumbing to a kiss so satisfying that he sent her flying high into the stormy sky.

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