Page 74 of Seducing the Knave

Chapter Twenty

The world didn’t exist beyond her lush, curving body, her moans and whispered pleas, the scent of her dampened skin, and the indescribable sensation of being inside her. Max couldn’t be sure he had ever existed before these breathless moments and couldn’t imagine being able to exist after.

She was everything.

He wanted her. Needed her. Needed this. The feel of her tight heat surrounding him— claiming him.

Her tongue slid along his as she panted into his mouth. Reaching back, she gripped his thigh, the fine crescents of her fingernails digging into his skin. The exquisite pain of her elegant claws was possibly the only thing keeping him from totally losing control as the pleasure inside him built to a dangerous strength.

“Ye’re gorgeous. The feel of ye...” He swallowed. “The beauty of being inside ye might kill me,” he finished with a thick moan.

Each plunge of his cock into her slick sheath brought him ever closer to the edge. To oblivion. Every breath. Every roll of her hips and beat of her heart threatened to break him.

“Max,” she gasped, her eyes opening to gaze at him with wonder and a nearly delirious pleasure. “Please.”

The word of surrender coming from her plump, swollen lips, sighed against his lips...was a perfection unlike any he’d experienced before. He wanted to hear her soft, lustful plea in his mind forever. Since forever was impossible, he’d make it last as long as possible.

“I know what ye need. Don’t worry, princess. All I’ve got is yers.”

Adjusting her hips, he changed the angle of his thrust, forcing her to feel every inch of him as he withdrew to the tip before plunging forward again. His fingers worked over her clit with focused attention, drawing out her response. Increasing it. Expanding it. Then he cupped her full breast in his other hand, massaging its lush weight before rolling the bud of her sensitive nipple between his fingers while he pressed his open mouth to the side of her throat, sucking her pulse against his tongue.

She came like that.

The breathless pleas deepened to ragged moans as her inner muscles clenched tightly around him, her back bowed, and her thighs tensed. A furious fluttering pulse ignited in her core, ensnaring his length, drawing his orgasm from deep within.

He clenched his teeth against it. Forced himself to a steady, claiming rhythm until her shudders subsided to a slight trembling. As a final sigh of release drifted from her parted lips, Max could hold back no longer. Wrapping an arm firmly around her middle, he pulled back, withdrawing completely from her heat.

Her whimper of protest tugged at his sternum, forcing a short grunt of assurance from his throat. It was all he could manage.

Then he thrust forward with a fierce and deliberate force, filling her completely, driving the breath from her lungs.

Her head fell back against his shoulder and her spine softened.

A full surrender.

He wanted to shout in triumph at the gorgeous sight of her finally giving herself over to him. Her body. Her trust. Her pleasure...it was perfection. Her body melted into his as he withdrew and claimed. Over and over. In furious strokes that left no space to hide or retreat or resist.

In those moments, all that she was belonged to him.

And all that he was became hers.

“Ye’r mine, Elle,” he growled. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped, repeating the words with each thrust. “I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.”

Though he knew well the risk, he waited until the last possible moment as her third climax shook her body to pull free of her. Growling his pleasure into the side of her throat, he spent his seed onto the sheets between her spread knees, his arms wrapped securely around her to allow not even a moment of separation.

As soon as he was capable of moving again, he brought her with him as he collapsed onto the bed. She put up no resistance when he pulled her soft form into the curve of his body until her head rested on his extended arm and her buttocks cradled his loins. In fact, she gave a long, gentle sigh and squirmed a bit closer. Cupping her full breast in one hand, he pressed a light kiss to her nape.

Within moments, they were both asleep.

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