she was supposed to describe it, but this wasn’t what she had done
with her ex-husband. This was primal, elemental. She hung on to his shoulders,
her nails biting into his flesh as each stroke seared her cunt and set her clit
on fire.
She moved beneath him, pushing against each
thrust, driving him deeper inside her as she writhed on the impalement.
“Yes,” he hissed at her ear. “Fuck me back,
baby.”
His hips rotated, his pelvis stroking
against her clit as a white, bright light began to glow at the edge of her
vision. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t breathe, she wouldn’t survive the
pleasure.
“Fuck me,” he snarled at her ear again as
he began to fuck her harder, driving inside her, pushing her higher as she
slammed her hips back at him.
“Sax. Sax, please…oh God… Sax, it’s too
good…too good…” She felt the crescendo rising inside her. Her womb tightened,
her clit began to pound with a steady hard throb until she exploded.
She felt herself come apart in his arms,
over and over again. It wasn’t a single, terrifying explosion, but multitudes
of them washing over her, convulsing her entire body beneath him as a strangled
cry wailed from her throat.
Another hard thrust as she heard him groan,
his head lowering, his hips driving his cock deeper, harder, and she felt the
first torrential explosion of his semen inside her. Each hard blast of his
release had her shuddering in renewed pleasure as it echoed within her own
climax.
It seemed to last forever, and yet it ended
too soon. She collapsed beneath him, fighting to breathe, drowsiness weighing
at her limbs as she felt him move, and moaned at the feel of his cock sliding
free of her as he fell beside her.
His arms came around her, hard, warm.
Protective.
“I’m tired,” she sighed, snuggling against
him as her eyes fluttered closed.
“Sleep, baby,” she heard him whisper
gently. “Sleep right here. Where you belong.”
Chapter Seven
Sax sat at the edge of the bed hours later,
staring down at Marey as she slept. His mind was a morass of thoughts and
emotions. Finally, he had her here, where he wanted her, had wanted her for
years.
The sheet was pulled to her hips, revealing
the delicate lines of her back. Her dark blonde hair fell over her neck and
shoulders and framed her profile like a silken cloud.
Her unique looks could never be described
as beautiful, they were too strong, too stubborn for such a term. His lips
quirked in a grin as he considered the stubborn part. Her expression often
reflected the inner part of her, willful and determined, but it was subtle. A
quality many people often missed because they were unaware of what they were
looking at.
But Sax knew. He had seen it in her the
first time he met her, just before her divorce. He had seen the misery in her
eyes, but her determination to hide it from her friends. When she thought no
one was looking, weariness and resignation would draw her shoulders down before
she would resolutely straighten them.
For years after the divorce, despite the
hell he knew her ex-husband had put her through, she had maintained a dignity
that he could do nothing but admire. And a body that drove him crazy to
possess.
He loved her. Despite the fact that she had
run from him, that she had denied him at every turn, the need for her wouldn’t
ease. It only grew stronger, deeper. He had her, for now, but he was smart
enough to know that keeping her wouldn’t be as easy and getting her into his
bed had been. He would have to keep her off balance, keep her body humming, her
mind immersed in her sensuality until she knew she couldn’t survive without
him.
He knew what she hid from herself. He saw
it in her eyes, in her voice, in the hunger in her expression. He had her
heart, she just had to realize it. And getting Marey to realize what she didn’t
want to see would be his hardest battle.
He drew the blanket further over her back
before rising from the bed and heading for the
with her ex-husband. This was primal, elemental. She hung on to his shoulders,
her nails biting into his flesh as each stroke seared her cunt and set her clit
on fire.
She moved beneath him, pushing against each
thrust, driving him deeper inside her as she writhed on the impalement.
“Yes,” he hissed at her ear. “Fuck me back,
baby.”
His hips rotated, his pelvis stroking
against her clit as a white, bright light began to glow at the edge of her
vision. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t breathe, she wouldn’t survive the
pleasure.
“Fuck me,” he snarled at her ear again as
he began to fuck her harder, driving inside her, pushing her higher as she
slammed her hips back at him.
“Sax. Sax, please…oh God… Sax, it’s too
good…too good…” She felt the crescendo rising inside her. Her womb tightened,
her clit began to pound with a steady hard throb until she exploded.
She felt herself come apart in his arms,
over and over again. It wasn’t a single, terrifying explosion, but multitudes
of them washing over her, convulsing her entire body beneath him as a strangled
cry wailed from her throat.
Another hard thrust as she heard him groan,
his head lowering, his hips driving his cock deeper, harder, and she felt the
first torrential explosion of his semen inside her. Each hard blast of his
release had her shuddering in renewed pleasure as it echoed within her own
climax.
It seemed to last forever, and yet it ended
too soon. She collapsed beneath him, fighting to breathe, drowsiness weighing
at her limbs as she felt him move, and moaned at the feel of his cock sliding
free of her as he fell beside her.
His arms came around her, hard, warm.
Protective.
“I’m tired,” she sighed, snuggling against
him as her eyes fluttered closed.
“Sleep, baby,” she heard him whisper
gently. “Sleep right here. Where you belong.”
Chapter Seven
Sax sat at the edge of the bed hours later,
staring down at Marey as she slept. His mind was a morass of thoughts and
emotions. Finally, he had her here, where he wanted her, had wanted her for
years.
The sheet was pulled to her hips, revealing
the delicate lines of her back. Her dark blonde hair fell over her neck and
shoulders and framed her profile like a silken cloud.
Her unique looks could never be described
as beautiful, they were too strong, too stubborn for such a term. His lips
quirked in a grin as he considered the stubborn part. Her expression often
reflected the inner part of her, willful and determined, but it was subtle. A
quality many people often missed because they were unaware of what they were
looking at.
But Sax knew. He had seen it in her the
first time he met her, just before her divorce. He had seen the misery in her
eyes, but her determination to hide it from her friends. When she thought no
one was looking, weariness and resignation would draw her shoulders down before
she would resolutely straighten them.
For years after the divorce, despite the
hell he knew her ex-husband had put her through, she had maintained a dignity
that he could do nothing but admire. And a body that drove him crazy to
possess.
He loved her. Despite the fact that she had
run from him, that she had denied him at every turn, the need for her wouldn’t
ease. It only grew stronger, deeper. He had her, for now, but he was smart
enough to know that keeping her wouldn’t be as easy and getting her into his
bed had been. He would have to keep her off balance, keep her body humming, her
mind immersed in her sensuality until she knew she couldn’t survive without
him.
He knew what she hid from herself. He saw
it in her eyes, in her voice, in the hunger in her expression. He had her
heart, she just had to realize it. And getting Marey to realize what she didn’t
want to see would be his hardest battle.
He drew the blanket further over her back
before rising from the bed and heading for the
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