Page 120 of Hidden Agendas (Tempting SEALs 4)

Struggling in his hold, she pushed him to his back, aware he was lying against the pillow now only because he wanted to. Whatever the reaso

n, she rose over him, her eyes opening in drowsy heat to stare into the brilliance of his.

So green. His sun-darkened expression was different. Stronger. More intent than she had ever seen before.

“No condom,” she moaned. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

“We’ll make babies, Emily,” he whispered back. “Beautiful little babies.”

Emily froze, her hands splayed against his shoulders.

She could feel herself shaking then, a fine tremor beginning in her heart and spreading through her body.

“Babies mean forever,” she whispered as he lifted her above him, parting her thighs until she straddled his hips.

“So does love,” he said, guiding his hard cock to nudge against the damp folds between her thighs. “Love is forever, Emily. And I love you. Forever.”

He eased inside her. The thick crest parted her vagina, fiery warmth began to invade her body.

His lips caught hers as his cock impaled her, easing in to the hilt as the breath caught in her throat and she swore her eyes crossed at the pleasure.

“You ran me to ground.” He smiled against her lips as he turned her onto her back before his lips moved to her neck, her shoulder. “I’m yours, Emily. I’ve always been yours.”

His lips moved to her breast, covering a nipple, sipping at it with greedy hunger as his hips began to move, sliding his cock through the slick portal he possessed, sending sensation and exquisite pleasure to build and consume.

Lifting to him, Emily’s arms went around his shoulders, her lips to his neck, tasting him, feeling him.

Heat poured from his body, from hers. It was like this each time they touched, as though no part of her body had ever been cold. The fires of need carefully banked whenever he was away, always flared to life once she saw him again.

But the flares were building. Like fingers of wicked, white-hot pleasure they rushed through her, snapping and zapping over tender nerve endings, sensitizing her, building the pleasure until she was crying out for him, begging for more.

“Ah, chère,” he groaned in her ear. “You move like silk against me.”

Her legs tightened around his thrusting hips as he fucked her harder, deeper. The way she liked it, with desperate demand, without control.

His hips churned above her, thrust and impaled, driving his cock into the tightening muscles of her pussy as she fought to hold back, to milk every particle of sensation, every microsecond of hunger swirling around them.

“I love you, chère,” he whispered at her ear, his voice gasping, thick, rough. “With a soul I didn’t believe I possessed, I love you. Always, Emily.”

“I love you.” Her eyes opened as his head lifted from her breast and his eyes snared her. “I love you—Kell—love you.”

She was screaming as sensation overtook her now. The orgasm ripped through her, tore through nerve endings, spasmed in her womb, and as she felt his sperm flooding her pussy, she went higher.

Past and future disintegrated. Her mind disintegrated. It melted beneath the heat and the power of release. Her release, his release. The completion of it seared her soul even as he whispered his love again. Vowed it, swore it. Kell collapsed over her, catching his weight on his elbows as his chest heaved with the need for oxygen and something inside his soul seemed to tear free. As though facing what he felt for her, facing her with it, had somehow torn free the shadows that had held him for so many years.

With his dick still semihard inside her, the first wave of hunger sated, he lifted his head from the pillow beside her and found his gaze snared by hers.

Sweet, soft sapphire. Her gaze was filled with emotion, with love. It was soft with gentleness, filled with satiation.

“Say it again,” she whispered, her fingers trembling as they lifted to his lips, touching them, like heated silk.

“I love you.” He spoke the words against the pads of her fingers, watching the tears well and overflow her eyes, the glistening moisture tracking down her flushed cheeks.

“You love me.” Her lips trembled.

“I love you, Emily.”

“No more condom fetish?”

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