Daring to Love: A Contemporary Romance (The Armstrongs Book 3) by Jessica Gray

sky-blue eyes, dark with desire and his formidable erection further down. If her body weren’t already hot as hell, this view would have made her dripping with wetness. He moved out of the way, and turned her so she could see herself in the full-length mirror on the side wall.
    "Look how bare and soft you are. For me. I promise you are in for the most fantastic sensations. I’ll make love to you until you beg me for a break."
    She believed every word. Seconds later she felt him carefully lift her up and carry her into the other room. He spread her out on the satin sheets of the king sized bed, arranging arms and legs to his liking, kissing her and whispering, “Stay just like that.”
    The silky sheets were a welcome refreshment, cooling down her body temperature from boiling to barely supportable. When he puffed air across her freshly shaved skin, she gasped. Oh my God. That is so intense.
    Blood rushed to her core and she could feel the strong throbbing of her own pulse building up, knowing she wouldn't last long. The next moment Evan brushed his lips along her bare labia ever so lightly. He'd been right. The sensations were fantastic. Intense. Overwhelming.
    "Evan. Don't…" But it was too late. She came with a vigor that surprised her. Panting and convulsing she experienced a climax like no other. When she finally relaxed, Evan grinned at her, "Been a little greedy?"
    She felt the blood rush to her cheeks and wanted to say something in her defense, but before she could open her mouth, he continued, "I  love it when you're greedy. It turns me on."
    To proof his words he brushed his hard shaft against her core. A gasp escaped her throat and the wave of arousal started to kick in again. He'd given her so much pleasure already and she knew she was in for more. A lot more. She couldn’t fight it, even if she’d wanted to. She was a puddle of desire at his mercy and he wouldn’t stop to make her come until she begged him for a break. 
    She inhaled his scent, mixed with the smell of shaving cream, and wondered what she had done to deserve such a man.
    He licked his way down her neck, stopping at the pulse point at the back and sucking on it gently before moving on. When he reached her breasts, he kissed all around them, keeping the caresses light, and evading her nipples until she was practically begging him to suckle her.
    When he finally took her nipple into his mouth, she arched off the bed and came. She was so shocked, that she could barely form a coherent sentence.
    “Again,” was all he said to her as he moved his warm lips to the other breast and slid his fingers through her wet folds, using light teasing touches at first and then firmer strokes as her passion once again started to build.
    When her pulse rate quickened, he thrust two fingers into her welcoming core and once again watched her come for him. He kept up the light caresses until she settled once more and then he kissed her before whispering, “Again.”
    “Evan! What are you doing to me?” she questioned him, her body humming with the aftermath of pleasure.
    “Making you feel adored and loved the way you deserve it,” He moved his lips down over the gentle swell of her stomach, his intentions clear when he scooted his body down to lay between her thighs. His mouth covered her pulsing core, while she arched off the bed and screamed his name. All he’d had to do was lick her once and she had come again, this orgasm more intense than ones before.
    He didn’t waste any time, but levered himself up and thrust into her body while she was still engulfed in the pleasure of the latest orgasm. The feel of her body as he pushed his way inside wasn’t like anything else she’d ever experienced. Evan increased the speed and depth of his strong and possessive thrusts, and she screamed out his name as she came one last time, feeling like the world had changed forever.
    „I love you“, she whispered.
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    Evan rolled to his back and pulled her with him,