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the zipper down and maneuvered to release his bulging erection. Straight up was the direction it went between her legs, seeking entrance to her silky hot cavern.
“Rhys!” She gasped and clutched his shoulders hard. Her nails dug into his blades and hell if that didn’t turn him on even more. “Oh, please,” she gasped.
Please was exactly what he aimed to do. He positioned his shaft ready for entry before pulling her down with ease onto him. she was warm, hot would be the better description, and she was so wet. Could he last, or was he going to break into an orgasmic inferno before he could make her come?
He couldn’t think about anything other than the way she felt and the way she moaned and screamed and called for him, clutching him tightly with every part of her being. Oh yes, this was what he had been missing, what he had been needing and now he was going to take it—all of it.
His speed increased. The sound of her body thumping against the smooth ivory wall had him grunting with the force of his own need.
“Yes,” she moaned near screamed. “Yes, there, right there.” She gasped as he continued to thrust into her. He had obviously hit that spot, the one that was going to push her over the edge of insanity, over the edge of arousal, and into the flash point of orgasm—and he was the man that was going to take her there.
He pumped into her harder, faster, unable to control his own thirst and hunger for her. He had lost control, unable to hold back even an ounce of the man that he was, of the man who was staking his claim on this woman—his woman.
“Rhys!” She screamed his name, her juices flooding out of her body as he tensed, tightened, and flooded his own into her.
He let out a loud growl that seemed more animalistic than human—more tiger winning the prize than man pleasing a woman. No, this was a hard, fast, deep, mating. He was not going to let her go.
He stayed locked inside her even after his body had exhausted the last of his orgasm. She was panting in his arms. Her warm breath bathed his neck as her head found refuge on his shoulder.
He growled. “You’re mine, Abby. I mean that. No other man gets you.”
She grunted. “You have to ask me first.”
“No, babe. I just laid claim and you let me. In case you don’t feel it, those fluids are not all yours.”
She gasped. Her head jerked backwards and he could see the sudden recognition in her eyes. “You..you don’t have on a condom.”
He shrugged one shoulder as he adjusted his hips to make his penis slide deeper into her. “Nope.”
“I’m not on the pill.”
He shrugged again. “I’m clean, by the way.”
“Me too, but I’m more worried about becoming a single mom right now.”
He chuckled. “There’s nothing single about you. If I got you pregnant I’ll just speed up the wedding to make sure we get hitched before you start showing much.”
She slapped his shoulder. “I didn’t say I was going to marry you.”
He laughed. “I haven’t asked you yet, but I already know; you’re mine. I’m yours. Everything else is transient, but I’m not letting you go.”
“You barely know me.”
He laughed. “I’d say I know you pretty well right now, Abby.”
She closed her eyes. “I shouldn’t be ovulating anyway—not right now. I think we’re safe. Next time we do this you are wearing a condom.”
He laughed. “Nope. I don’t have any. I don’t sleep around and I haven’t been with any woman in years so I don’t need condoms.”
“Rhys,” she glared at him and he laughed again.
“If it will make you feel better we’ll do other things until I can make a store run for a box—or two.” He certainly was going to get inside her again—and he planned to do it a lot. He was a gifted man and he had no trouble keeping her under protective duty while bedding her. In fact, he would say having her body underneath his was going to be a really safe place for her to be for a long time.
Chapter Four
Abby
“Rhys!” She gasped and clutched his shoulders hard. Her nails dug into his blades and hell if that didn’t turn him on even more. “Oh, please,” she gasped.
Please was exactly what he aimed to do. He positioned his shaft ready for entry before pulling her down with ease onto him. she was warm, hot would be the better description, and she was so wet. Could he last, or was he going to break into an orgasmic inferno before he could make her come?
He couldn’t think about anything other than the way she felt and the way she moaned and screamed and called for him, clutching him tightly with every part of her being. Oh yes, this was what he had been missing, what he had been needing and now he was going to take it—all of it.
His speed increased. The sound of her body thumping against the smooth ivory wall had him grunting with the force of his own need.
“Yes,” she moaned near screamed. “Yes, there, right there.” She gasped as he continued to thrust into her. He had obviously hit that spot, the one that was going to push her over the edge of insanity, over the edge of arousal, and into the flash point of orgasm—and he was the man that was going to take her there.
He pumped into her harder, faster, unable to control his own thirst and hunger for her. He had lost control, unable to hold back even an ounce of the man that he was, of the man who was staking his claim on this woman—his woman.
“Rhys!” She screamed his name, her juices flooding out of her body as he tensed, tightened, and flooded his own into her.
He let out a loud growl that seemed more animalistic than human—more tiger winning the prize than man pleasing a woman. No, this was a hard, fast, deep, mating. He was not going to let her go.
He stayed locked inside her even after his body had exhausted the last of his orgasm. She was panting in his arms. Her warm breath bathed his neck as her head found refuge on his shoulder.
He growled. “You’re mine, Abby. I mean that. No other man gets you.”
She grunted. “You have to ask me first.”
“No, babe. I just laid claim and you let me. In case you don’t feel it, those fluids are not all yours.”
She gasped. Her head jerked backwards and he could see the sudden recognition in her eyes. “You..you don’t have on a condom.”
He shrugged one shoulder as he adjusted his hips to make his penis slide deeper into her. “Nope.”
“I’m not on the pill.”
He shrugged again. “I’m clean, by the way.”
“Me too, but I’m more worried about becoming a single mom right now.”
He chuckled. “There’s nothing single about you. If I got you pregnant I’ll just speed up the wedding to make sure we get hitched before you start showing much.”
She slapped his shoulder. “I didn’t say I was going to marry you.”
He laughed. “I haven’t asked you yet, but I already know; you’re mine. I’m yours. Everything else is transient, but I’m not letting you go.”
“You barely know me.”
He laughed. “I’d say I know you pretty well right now, Abby.”
She closed her eyes. “I shouldn’t be ovulating anyway—not right now. I think we’re safe. Next time we do this you are wearing a condom.”
He laughed. “Nope. I don’t have any. I don’t sleep around and I haven’t been with any woman in years so I don’t need condoms.”
“Rhys,” she glared at him and he laughed again.
“If it will make you feel better we’ll do other things until I can make a store run for a box—or two.” He certainly was going to get inside her again—and he planned to do it a lot. He was a gifted man and he had no trouble keeping her under protective duty while bedding her. In fact, he would say having her body underneath his was going to be a really safe place for her to be for a long time.
Chapter Four
Abby
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