Page 58 of Masked Seduction
“I can’t wait to taste you again,” he says, mouth descending, warm breath brushing sensitive skin.
His tongue glides over me, soft and sure. My head falls back and I gasp, my fingers holding him in place, needing the contact, the connection, the closeness of him.
He takes his time, like this is exactly where he wants to be. He kisses around my lips, his tongue darting out teasingly before spreading me open.
Each stroke of his tongue over my clit feels like heaven, like he’s speaking a language only my body understands. Mythighs tremble around him, the heat building slowly, achingly, deliciously.
The sight of him between my legs, face buried in me with such single-minded devotion, is almost too much. It’s beautiful. It’s overwhelming.
My heart squeezes in my chest because it’s not just erotic, it’s tender.
It’s real.
He groans, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through me. I bite my lip, breath catching, hips tilting into the rhythm he’s building. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Every swirl and flick of his tongue, every pause is intentional. He slips a finger inside, curling into my warm wetness.
The pleasure crests even higher, stealing my breath, my thoughts, everything. And still, he doesn’t rush. He stays patient and focused, anchoring me even as I start to come undone.
“Oh, God, Abram—” I choke out, hips bucking against his mouth.
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice deep and rough, vibrating deliciously against my pussy.
I cry out sharply as overwhelming pleasure tears through me. My vision blurs, shattering into brilliant sparks. As the orgasm begins to fade, he stands, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I’m dizzy with need, utterly lost to him.
He lifts me again and carries me down the hall to his bedroom. Inside, it’s all dark wood, silken sheets, and subtle masculinity. He lowers me onto the massive bed before stripping off his clothes, revealing that powerful body that haunts my fantasies.
He climbs onto the bed, guiding me to my hands and knees. “Damn, I can’t get enough of you.”
I gasp as he enters me from behind, hands gripping my hips, claiming me deeply, his thick cock stretching me in the way only he can. Right away, his rhythm is strong, commanding. Over and over he thrusts into me.
The sound of our breathing and bodies meeting fills the room, mingled with his growled praises and dirty whispers.
“You’re perfect, Jenna. Every fucking inch of you,” he groans, thrusting deep, his cock hitting just the right spot deep inside my pussy.
“Yes,” I whimper, clutching the sheets. “God, Abram, yes?—”
He leans forward, lips brushing my ear. “You’re mine, Jenna. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, pleasure swelling.
He flips me onto my back in one swift move, never breaking contact. His eyes blaze into mine as he positions himself above me, muscles rippling as he plunges deep once more. I catch the sight of him vanishing into me, and I wrap my legs tightly around him, digging my nails into his broad shoulders, needing him closer, deeper still.
“You feel like heaven,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along my neck. “You’re everything I want. Everything I fucking need.”
I arch against him, hips rising desperately, meeting every thrust, igniting flames that consume me completely. “Don’t stop,” I plead. “Please.”
He thrusts harder, deeper, driving us both toward the edge. Our moans blend, spiraling higher, until we shatter together in an explosive climax. I cling to him, trembling, my body utterly spent and satisfied beneath him.
Slowly, gently, he pulls me close, pressing soft kisses to my temple, my cheek, my lips. The aftercare is tender, affectionate… almost just as perfect as the intense passion we just shared. My heart squeezes dangerously in my chest.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper, tracing my fingers gently along his powerful chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm.
He kisses my forehead, holding me closer. “So are you.”
Lying in his arms, warm and utterly content, a sudden nervous flutter takes root in my chest. Because as much as I’ve tried to deny it, I can’t. This is more than lust, more than physical pleasure. My heart’s in this too, and I’m starting to fall.
Oh God.
I glance up at Abram’s face—strong, powerful, possessive—and realize just how much danger I’m in.
