pussy.
“Mmm,” I moaned, and then licked one long stroke up her center to her clit. God, she was as sweet as I remembered. With the tip of my tongue, I worked her, swirling my tongue around her most sensitive part. With my fingers inside her, I continued my sensual torture until she screamed her release and thrashed her head back and forth.
“Oh, God, Zolt!” she cried, her hands fisting the sheets.
I looked up at her grinning, loving that I could make her fall to pieces. I licked my own lips, savoring the taste of Irelyn on my mouth. Then, I continued my way back up her body, stopping again to lave each breast.
Irelyn moaned and squirmed, her hands skimming my back. When our mouths finally met, the kiss was explosive. A sensual union of two people pulled apart, and who, by the grace of God, Fate, or whomever, had found their way back to each other despite the evilness at play. I vowed, at this moment, that Marcus would never tear us apart again.
We kissed languidly, maddeningly, playing off the other until our intense need overtook us, and I entered her. Our gazes caught, sable-brown into blue.
Finally, I had come home.
“I love you, Irelyn,” I said as I began to slowly move inside her, intensely watching each other.
“I love you, too, Zolt. So much.”
I squeezed my eyes closed as she wrapped her long legs around me, pushing me in deeper. God, it felt too good being inside of her, making love to her. I wanted to make this last forever, but I couldn’t.
We moved in perfect time together, with our fingers intertwined as I started to move faster. With decadent sweetness, we kissed, hot and desperate. I didn’t need to ask her if she was close; I knew from the quickening of her breath and the way she pulsed around me.
“Open your eyes, baby. Come with me.”
“Yes,” she panted and lifted her knees, plunging me impossibly deep and sending us both over the edge, crying out each other’s names.
Tenderly, I kissed her as we both came down. We had needed this—needed to erase what Marcus had done. Beyond that, I wanted to make sure she knew how much it meant to me.
“Irelyn.” I stared deeply into her eyes. “Marry me.”
“What?” I asked, not sure I’d heard him right.
Zolt was still inside me, and my body hummed from my last orgasm. Perhaps my scrambled brains interpreted his words wrong.
“I love you, Irelyn Wilkes. Heart. Mind. Body. Soul. There will never be anyone else for me. Marry me. Be my wife. Have my babies. Let me love you for the rest of my life.” His eyes glittered with hope as he waited for my answer.
Tears sprung to my eyes as I nodded while I tried to find my voice. “Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.”
Zolt’s mouth descended on mine as he began to move inside me again. I arched into him, pressing my breasts into his firm chest as I felt him grow harder inside me. This beautifully fucked-up and wonderful man had possessed me in every way, and I wouldn’t have it any differently.
With my eyes closed, I said a silent word of thanks to God that Zolt had seen through my lies and had rescued me from Marcus. It didn’t matter to me that we’d been together for less than a month; Zolt Hamil was it for me.
He clasped my face with both his hands and kissed me deeply before rolling us both over, leaving me to straddle him and take my pleasure as I might. Leaning down, I kissed and devoured the dark shadow of his beard that covered his strong jawline.
We kissed again, and I moaned into our kiss as Zolt bucked his hips and thrust deep into me. I could feel the beginnings of another release, one that promised to be even more intense than the last one. With the dizzying pleasure mounting, I threw my head back, meeting each one of his thrusts stroke for stroke.
“Fuck,” Zolt rasped out and I couldn’t agree more with the sentiment.
I bit my lips and cupped my breasts as he continued his punishing rhythm. Then, Zolt sat up, making us nose to nose. At that moment, we were
“Mmm,” I moaned, and then licked one long stroke up her center to her clit. God, she was as sweet as I remembered. With the tip of my tongue, I worked her, swirling my tongue around her most sensitive part. With my fingers inside her, I continued my sensual torture until she screamed her release and thrashed her head back and forth.
“Oh, God, Zolt!” she cried, her hands fisting the sheets.
I looked up at her grinning, loving that I could make her fall to pieces. I licked my own lips, savoring the taste of Irelyn on my mouth. Then, I continued my way back up her body, stopping again to lave each breast.
Irelyn moaned and squirmed, her hands skimming my back. When our mouths finally met, the kiss was explosive. A sensual union of two people pulled apart, and who, by the grace of God, Fate, or whomever, had found their way back to each other despite the evilness at play. I vowed, at this moment, that Marcus would never tear us apart again.
We kissed languidly, maddeningly, playing off the other until our intense need overtook us, and I entered her. Our gazes caught, sable-brown into blue.
Finally, I had come home.
“I love you, Irelyn,” I said as I began to slowly move inside her, intensely watching each other.
“I love you, too, Zolt. So much.”
I squeezed my eyes closed as she wrapped her long legs around me, pushing me in deeper. God, it felt too good being inside of her, making love to her. I wanted to make this last forever, but I couldn’t.
We moved in perfect time together, with our fingers intertwined as I started to move faster. With decadent sweetness, we kissed, hot and desperate. I didn’t need to ask her if she was close; I knew from the quickening of her breath and the way she pulsed around me.
“Open your eyes, baby. Come with me.”
“Yes,” she panted and lifted her knees, plunging me impossibly deep and sending us both over the edge, crying out each other’s names.
Tenderly, I kissed her as we both came down. We had needed this—needed to erase what Marcus had done. Beyond that, I wanted to make sure she knew how much it meant to me.
“Irelyn.” I stared deeply into her eyes. “Marry me.”
“What?” I asked, not sure I’d heard him right.
Zolt was still inside me, and my body hummed from my last orgasm. Perhaps my scrambled brains interpreted his words wrong.
“I love you, Irelyn Wilkes. Heart. Mind. Body. Soul. There will never be anyone else for me. Marry me. Be my wife. Have my babies. Let me love you for the rest of my life.” His eyes glittered with hope as he waited for my answer.
Tears sprung to my eyes as I nodded while I tried to find my voice. “Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.”
Zolt’s mouth descended on mine as he began to move inside me again. I arched into him, pressing my breasts into his firm chest as I felt him grow harder inside me. This beautifully fucked-up and wonderful man had possessed me in every way, and I wouldn’t have it any differently.
With my eyes closed, I said a silent word of thanks to God that Zolt had seen through my lies and had rescued me from Marcus. It didn’t matter to me that we’d been together for less than a month; Zolt Hamil was it for me.
He clasped my face with both his hands and kissed me deeply before rolling us both over, leaving me to straddle him and take my pleasure as I might. Leaning down, I kissed and devoured the dark shadow of his beard that covered his strong jawline.
We kissed again, and I moaned into our kiss as Zolt bucked his hips and thrust deep into me. I could feel the beginnings of another release, one that promised to be even more intense than the last one. With the dizzying pleasure mounting, I threw my head back, meeting each one of his thrusts stroke for stroke.
“Fuck,” Zolt rasped out and I couldn’t agree more with the sentiment.
I bit my lips and cupped my breasts as he continued his punishing rhythm. Then, Zolt sat up, making us nose to nose. At that moment, we were
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