Page 19 of A Very Grumpy Navy SEAL

He growls against my drenched cunt as I cry his name again when another baby orgasm rolls through me.

He looks up at me, his black hair falling over his forehead slightly.His lips and chin glisten with my juices.He’s so hot like that.He looks like a warrior about to claim his woman.

I watch as he licks his lips and prowls up my body.His cock bumps my core, and I gasp as it brushes my clit.

“Lula.Bunny,” Koa grits as he lines his cock up with my opening.

I cling to him as he starts to press into me slowly, inch by inch.

“Oh, God,” I choke out when he bumps up against my virginity.

He stills and scans my face.He wants to know if I need him to stop.

I grip him tighter.“Don’t stop.”

He nods, and then he’s inside me.Fully.

I cry out, overwhelmed by the stretch, the fullness, the feeling of finally having him completely, truly, with no more barriers between us.

He stills, eyes searching mine.“You okay?”

I nod, my fingers digging into his shoulders.“More than okay.”

He gives me a moment to adjust before moving.Slow.Deep.Intentional.He thrusts deeper, hitting every one of my nerve endings as he moves in and out of me.The feelings, the connection, it’s everything.Every push and pull, every groan and breathless moan builds toward something massive, something inevitable.

We move together like we were made for it.Like he was made for me.

His pace picks up, and my hips rock to meet his thrusts.

“Mine,” he growls.

I hold on, letting the waves of sensation carry me higher and higher until I can’t take it anymore.

“I’m—oh, God—Koa!”

“Come for me, Bunny,” he growls.

My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath and making me cry out his name like a prayer.Koa follows a moment later with a low groan and a stuttering thrust that feels like a benediction.

We collapse together in a sweaty, tangled heap, his chest pressed against mine, our hearts racing in unison.

For a long time, we don’t say anything.I close my eyes, sucking in a deep breath to calm my racing heart.

A few moments later, he rolls to his side, pulling me into his arms and tucking me against his chest.

“Are you okay?”he asks, pushing my hair away from my face.

“Yeah.More than okay,” I say, my eyes damp, my throat thick with emotion.

He kisses the top of my head.

I smile as I cuddle into his side.“Is it always like that?”

He shrugs.“I’ve never…” he trails off.

I push up onto my elbow so I can look at him.“Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he says self-consciously.

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