Page 95 of Hidden Agendas (Tempting SEALs 4)

He was a warrior. Fierce. Determined and strong. And he was her lover.

As his lips caught hers in a kiss of gentle wonder, Emily felt the breath hitch in her throat. She needed him. In ways she had never known she would need a man, she needed Kell.

He needed her.

As he lifted Emily into his arms and carried her back to her bed, he admitted to himself what his heart and soul had known for years. She was the other half of him. Courageous, brave, defiant, and winsome. She was every dream that had sparked in his mind for as long as he had lived.

His Papère Beaulaine had said that once Beaulaine men found the other half of themselves, then they knew it. There was no doubt. There had been no doubt in his mind for years who his woman was. The doubt had been in himself, in his own stubbornness and his inability to reach out for what he wanted without the past interfering.

As he laid her back on the bed and undressed her then himself, he knew the past had nothing to do with this. Emily was his future.

“I’m going to love you to exhaustion today,” he told her. “When night falls, you’ll have no choice but to sleep.”

He gripped the stalk of his cock, his fingers curling around it as her gaze dropped, her hot little tongue swiping over her swollen lips. Her blue eyes were darkening, heating as she shifted on the mattress, her thighs parting.

And Kell’s gaze was drawn lower. Over tight hard nipples to paradise. To soft creamy flesh glistening with the sweet juices that drew his tongue like a magnet and a hard little clit peeking from the folds with shy hunger.

“It might be hard to exhaust me,” she whispered then. “I’ve been waiting for you a long time, Kell.”

“Ah chère, no longer than I’ve dreamed of this.” He stroked his cock, letting the anticipation rise, feeling the heat of her gaze on the hard flesh as it tightened further, a drop of creamy precum beading at the tip.

He watched as her gaze narrowed on the little pearl of liquid before she rose to her knees, moving with such grace and sensual intent that she stole his breath.

What little oxygen was left in his lungs whooshed out as her tongue curled over the head of his cock, drawing the silky fluid into her before her mouth covered the swollen head.

“Bébé,” he groaned, his voice harsh. “Hell yes, suck it deep.”

She was drawing him along her tongue, filling her mouth with his flesh as the head of his cock throbbed in eager anticipation.

He loosened his fingers, sliding them deep into the cascade of auburn waves that framed her face, pulling it back and watching her lips as they stretched around his flesh and sucked him into the pleasure-rich depths of her mouth.

“Emily, sweet.” He let his senses go, let them fill with the sight and feel of her as she brought him more pleasure than he had ever known.

His balls drew tight along the base of his shaft, the pleasure of it washing up his spine and sizzling through his scalp with never-ending pulses of hot, electric sensation.

She did this to him every time she touched him. Weakened his knees with a pleasure that he never knew he could experience. She filled his head with thoughts of a future and his body with a lust that nearly brought him to his knees.

Tightening his fingers in her hair he pulled her back, grimacing in pleasure at the drag of her lips over his flesh and the sheen of moisture from her mouth that now coated his cock.

He pulled the swollen crest free, his jaw tightening at the exquisite pleasure of her tongue licking over it and her moan of denial vibrating around it.

Holding her head back, he stared into the velvety depths of eyes so blue they mesmerized him. Gripping his erection, he placed it at her lips once again, sank in, then pulled free as he tensed against the need to fuck her mouth until he’d spilled every drop of semen torturing his balls into the heated depths.

“You’re playing with me,” she moaned as her fingers slid over his thighs then moved in to wrap around the base of the heavy shaft. “That’s not nice, Kell.”

“Fucking your mouth should be done slow and easy,” he drawled, holding her head back with the thick strands of her hair. “It should be savored, chère. Such sweet pleasure should never be rushed.”

He watched her eyes dilate and darken at the thick Cajun accent he couldn’t hide when he was with her. It rumbled from his chest, as much a part of him as his upbringing had been.

“I shouldn’t be teased either.” She was breathing harder as he tucked his cock at her lips once more, watching her eyes flutter closed, feeling her hands tighten at the base as he pressed forward once again.

Slowly. He eased inside the wet heat of her mouth, feeling her tongue lick and stroke against the sensitive underside, feeling one slender palm cup his balls as the other hand began to stroke the shaft as he moved his own fingers.

He gave her her head, watching in ecstasy as she began to suckle his dick with sweet abandon. His hands caressed her head rather than pulling it back, sifting through the silk of her hair, touching her cheek, the shell of her ears, desperate to touch her in any way as she gave him a pleasure that he could never describe. A pleasure he would kill to preserve.

“Ah, sweet Emily,” he whispered. “Such a hot, sweet mouth. A wicked little tongue.” The wicked tongue in question was lashing at his cock head with each slow move of her mouth. It curled beneath the throbbing crest and undulated against the underside with a ripple of fiery pleasure.

If he wasn’t careful, he would spill himself between her lips, and that wasn’t what he wanted, for either of them. He needed to be inside her when his release came. To feel the hot pulse of his semen as her pussy contracted around him.

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