Page 96 of An Unholy Affair
He laughed. ‘As you wish…’
Settling above her, he bracketed her head with his forearms, holding her gaze as he nudged at her entrance.
She tensed, suddenly worried how he would fit.
His hips stayed still, but his lips coaxed hers apart, his tongue licking fire into her mouth. She melted into the sensations, her fingers running down the expanse of his back, revelling in the feel of him. Keeping their kiss, he shifted his weight to one side, his free hand coming between them to rub the tip of her nipple.
Pleasure zinged down to her clit, and she bucked her hips, feeling the delicious stretch as he filled her another inch. Even though she’d had sex before, it had been years ago and bore little comparison to this. With Jack, the feelings were monumental and all-encompassing, as if they were rewriting the playbook and creating something completely new.
With every sweep of his tongue and stroke of his fingers, she softened to let him in deeper. Prickles of light filled her abdomen, flaring each time she pushed up to take more. Love and lust looped and spun inside her, twisting around each other until they were one thread of pure pleasure.
As his cock filled her completely, she squeezed.
He groaned into her mouth.
‘Does that feel nice?’ she asked, pulling her lips from his.
He stared down at her, his expression dark with desire. ‘Nice?It’s…’ He huffed out a breath as he smiled. ‘It’s beyond.’
‘Beyond what?’ She squeezed again, biting the inside of her cheek with glee at the tension that flickered across his face.
‘Beyond everything,’ he growled, thrusting his hips forward.
‘Oh!’ she cried at the sudden shock of pleasure.
‘You, Eveline Shaw,’ he said, withdrawing an inch. ‘Are a minx.’ He thrust again, and she gasped, sensation shooting through her core.
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she replied, feigning innocence. She squeezed tightly around him and he raised an eyebrow.
‘I said…’ He pulled out a fraction. ‘You are a naughty, naughty, minx.’ He underlined the last three words with a jerk of his hips and a tweak of her nipple.
She threw back her head, crying out. Gulping in air to ground her, she met the fire in his eyes with her own.
‘I don’t know—What… You… Mean…’ she replied, squeezing and bucking her hips up to his to punctuate her words.
His eyelids fluttered as if to close, then he took a deep breath. ‘That’s fighting talk.’
Heart hammering, she brought her hand up and crooked her index finger as if beckoning him forward.
‘Bring it.’
He smiled with devilish delight. ‘Oh, I will.’
Shivering with anticipation, she squeezed around his cock as he slowly dragged it out of her, further than before. Without any change in his breathing or expression, he thrust forward, taking her by surprise.
She clung to him, sensations shuddering through her. ‘Oh my goodness!’
His lips found her ear as he withdrew again. ‘What are you, Eveline Shaw?’
‘Um…’
He thrust again, and she bucked her hips to meet his.
‘Shall I tell you what you are?’ he growled, bending her leg then holding her backside, pulling her to him.
‘Yes, please.’
He nipped her earlobe, and she squeaked.
