Page 73 of A Figure of Love

That knowledge sent a bolt of lust straight to his cock and he parted her lips and took her tight little bud into his mouth.

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Serena bit her lower lip hard to keep the animals sounds from slipping out, but it didn’t work. It was all she could do to keep herself upright. The rest of her faculties had decamped, casualties of the transcendent pleasure emanating from between her legs.

The view of him alone had been enough to send her body hurtling toward release: broad, sculpted shoulders, powerful hands moving up and down her thighs, biceps rippling with leashed power as he worked her toward madness.

She wanted to see his face in the worst way, but his brown tousled locks hid what his wicked mouth and tongue were doing.

She’d believed his hands on her body yesterday—was it only yesterday?—had been the most erotic sensation possible. She’d been wrong.

He nudged her thighs wider and she opened for him eagerly. Some distant part of her mind said she’d feel ashamed later. But for now. . .

His mouth was hot and clever and it felt like he had half a dozen tongues. Her climax came fast and hard, surprising a cry out of her as her hips bucked beneath his lips. She was still shuddering from the aftershocks when he surged to his feet and lifted her off hers all in one powerful motion. Her legs went around his waist as his hands slid beneath her bottom. His lips were red and slick, his eyes as black as coal.

“You can release the door frame now.”

Triumph and amusement echoed in his words but she didn’t care. She’d do whatever he asked of her to feel that way again.

“Touch me.”

She fell on his mouth like a starving person, consuming him as he’d just done her, tasting herself on his tongue. He lifted her higher while they kissed, until she felt his hot, insistent crown nudging against her sex.

He leaned away from her, just far enough that she could see between their bodies. His stomach, lean, ridged, and sweaty, hers flushed, soft, and trembling.

He lifted her higher, until she could see his erection. “Guide me inside you.”

Serena reached for him, reveling in his harsh hiss of breath and the feel of him against the sensitive skin of her palm. She stroked him, spreading the moisture from his small slit all over his silky hardness before placing him against the entrance to her body.

A low sound of pleasure rumbled up from deep inside him and he began to lower her onto his shaft, inch by rock hard inch, not stopping until he was fully sheathed.

She tilted her hips, taking him a tiny bit deeper; the action making him groan.

The sound of this composed man coming apart was almost as pleasurable as the feeling of his thick length filling her body.

Almost.

Serena kissed his jaw, chin, cheek, neck—anything she could reach—while he began to move. He pulled out slowly and then savagely slammed back in.

They both grunted with pleasure.

“Gareth,” she whispered in his ear. “Yes.”

He spread his feet shoulder length apart to stabilize himself while he worked her, penetrating her deeply with each brutal thrust. The power he was expending caused him to breathe like a bellows, his muscles flexing and stretching and as hard as iron beneath his slick skin. The sight of his exertion was almost as arousing as what he was doing to her.

Almost.

Even now—when he’d already brought her to climax—he managed to rub that exquisite part of her body every time he pumped into her, driving her over the edge before him.

The pleasure consumed her, and she was only vaguely aware that he’d began to breathe more harshly—his muscles less coordinated with every thrust. She forced her heavy lids open, desperate to watch him come undone.

His eyes were closed, his jaws clamped tight and his nostrils flared with each snap of his powerful hips. He began to shake—to lose that last scrap of control—and with a hoarse yell, he drove himself deep and emptied himself inside her.

Serena clung to him, listening to the pounding of his heart against her chest, reveling in the feeling of his strong arms around her; she never wanted to let him go.

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Gareth left his body for a moment, the shudders that wracked him gradually diminishing until all that was left was a heavy lethargy and sense of contentment.