Page 357 of Chaos has a Name
She didn’t hold back.
Wrapping her fingers around his dick, she got him in the most perfect death grip he’d ever felt in his whole life. As she did, she went to his neck, leaving bites and kisses across his flesh.
“Please,” he muttered.
Oh, she gave him exactly what he wanted.
Her.
With her lips by his ear, she shared what she was thinking.
“I suddenly love yoga,” she admitted, admiring his body. It was absolute perfection from the twelve-pack abs, to the tight muscle-corded thighs.
Oh, well, him too.
When she found a nipple, still slowly, torturously stroking his erection, his brain had shut down, and his erection was driving this bus.
He was so hard.
Caspian was desperate for her.
“Please go lower,” he muttered, finally getting words out when she was leaving bites across his chest.
From the wetness he could feel being spread across his erection, he knew there was already precum.
Yeah, this woman was going to break him.
As in he’d never have sex with someone else again and not compare it to this moment.
This was Caspian’s greatest moment in his life.
Truthfully.
At his words, she laughed, that desperation she was feeling overtook her.
She.
Wanted.
Him.
Because he asked so nicely, Rayna did as he had requested, moving lower, leaving a trail of kisses across his upper body. The whole time, she reveled in how he shook.
If he was leaving when this case was over, she had to give him a reason to come back to see her.
Because she’d wait for him.
No.
Doubt.
Already, she knew this was special, and something she’d never experience again. Deep down, Rayna suspected she’d found her other half.
That click when she kissed him told the tale.
This was her mate.
Oh, her father was going to shit ten loads of bricks and build himself a pulpit from which to preach how wrong it was, but she didn’t care.
