Page 49 of Claiming His Baby At The Altar

When he broke it, she whimpered at the loss of the pleasure.

He gazed back into her eyes and growled before spearing her hair to clasp her head and devour her mouth again.

Flora tightened her hold around his neck and revelled in the taste of his mouth and all the heady sensations fizzing and bubbling through her veins, her skin, every component of her. And then he danced his lips across her cheek to lick the lobe of her ear and bury his face into her neck. His beard scratched deliciously against her sensitised skin and she moaned, digging her nails into his skull until he put a hand to her chest and gently but firmly pushed her back so he had better access to assault her with his mouth while tugging her swimsuit off her shoulders.

Impatient to be as naked as him, she pulled her arms free and pulled her swimsuit down to her waist.

‘Did you miss me?’ he asked.

‘Just kiss me,’ she said, throwing her arms back around his neck and crushing her mouth to his, pressing every inch of her that she could to him.

Alejandro was much stronger than her and easily slipped a hand between their conjoined chests to gently push her back again.

Eyes ablaze with sensuality, he gripped hold of her swimsuit with one hand, raised her bottom with the other, and stepped back to pull it down to her thighs. In seconds she’d kicked it off and hooked her ankles behind his muscular butt to reel him back to her.

He growled again and dipped his head to take a breast into his mouth.

Heavens, that felt so...

Flora closed her eyes and let the sensations infuse her, crying out when he cupped her other breast and kneaded it with just the right amount of pressure, straddling the line between pleasure and pain but never letting it spill over to anything that wasn’t bliss.

His touch set her on fire.

Heset her on fire. Stopped her seeing straight or thinking clearly. Turned her into a mass of nerves that cried out for him.

‘Did you miss me?’ he asked again, dragging his fingers down over her belly. She would have blocked out the question, but there was something about the hoarseness in his voice that made her open her eyes. What she saw in the tautness of his face had her slide her hands over his chest, skimming her fingers through the fine dark hair to rest them at his throat.

He must have drugged her with his kisses and his touch because she stared into his eyes and whispered, ‘Yes.’

His chest and shoulders rose slowly and heavily and then he kissed her with such hunger that any fear of handing him the power of her feelings was consumed in the headiness of his passion, and she was consumed too, with the need to taste and touch him.

Trailing her fingers down his muscular arms, she ran her tongue down the column of his throat, bringing her hands onto his chest, flattening them, dragging them down his hard abdomen as she lowered her head to take a flat, brown nipple into her mouth.

He groaned and fisted her hair. His erection was jutting into her thigh, just out of reach of where she most wanted it, and, biting gently onto his other nipple, she dipped her hand further down, through the coarser dark pubic hair, and took hold of it.

His grip on her hair tightened.

She looked up, into his eyes. ‘Show me how,’ she whispered.

‘Flora...’

She bit his nipple again, felt the shudder that rippled through him, and looked back up at him. ‘Show me,’ she commanded with all the sensuality she possessed.

He swallowed, then his much bigger hand covered hers.

Glazed eyes locked on hers, he adjusted her hold around it then slowly began to move her hand, first down his rock-hard length to the base, and then back up to the head, down then up... And then he released her hand and closed his eyes as she continued the movements exactly as he’d shown her. When she gripped it a little tighter, his mouth opened but the only sound to come out was dim, shallow breaths.

‘Am I doing it right?’ she whispered huskily.

His eyes opened.

He snatched her hand away from him and held it tightly at her side as he brought his face to hers.

For the longest moment he did nothing but gaze at her, gaze so intensely it was as if he were peering down into her soul.

‘You are beautiful,’ he growled.

And then Alejandro plunged into her and Flora fell into the melting swirl of his eyes.

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