stopped her. “Not yet,” he
whispered.
He seemed to want to take things slow, but she wasn’t
sure if she could handle it. She could feel a fire deep within her which was
burning out of control. “More, she whispered as he leaned in, and started
trailing fiery hot kisses along her neck, throat, and finally over the swells
of her breasts.
He stopped long enough to slip her nightgown over her
head, letting it slide to the floor in a pool. He reached behind her and
flicked the light on. The brightness it created flooded the room.
He was breathing heavier as he looked at her. “I’ve never
seen anything more magnificent,” he whispered to her. He sank his hands into
the long, brown strands of her hair which cascaded over her slender shoulders.
He pulled her to him and kissed her lips hungrily.
She grasped his shoulders, digging her nails into his
flesh. She let her hands roam freely, sliding them down his smooth, broad
chest. The fit of their bodies amazed her. It seemed as if they were made for
one another. She splayed her fingers out on his chest, loving the feel of it.
His kisses, like hot little flames began raining down her
neck and shoulders. It was torture. She wasn’t sure how much more she could
take, yet she didn't want him to stop. Her whole world felt as if it were
spinning out of control. She grabbed hold of him to keep herself steady on her
feet.
This time when she looped her thumbs into the waistband
on his pajama bottoms and pulled down on them, he didn’t stop her. They fell
down around his ankles and he stepped back long enough to step out of them. He
stood naked in front of her. With his rock hard muscles, he was a magnificent
piece of art.
She allowed her gaze to travel downward until it reached
his manhood. She licked her lips in anticipation, longing to feel him in her
again. She saw a spark of desire in his eyes, darkening them more than they
already were. He let out a ragged moan, which nearly made her come undone.
“Come,” he whispered, holding out his hand to her. She
grasped on to it, as if it were a life preserver and her life depended on it.
She allowed him to guide her towards his California king size bed.
He waited until she lay down before he joined her. When
she felt the weight of his body on hers, she moaned with longing. Her skin
tingled beneath him.
He kissed her again until they were both gasping for air.
When he caught his breath, he began a shower of torturous kisses along her neck
and shoulders. Whenever his lips made contact with her flesh, it felt as if
flames were dancing on her bare skin.
“Blade?” she practically cried out.
He stopped and looked at her. “What is it?” He looked startled.
“Make love to me,” she pleaded.
“I am,” he whispered before hooking his fingers in her
hair and kissing her.
When he moved lower, she whispered, “Blade, what are you
doing?” She froze as she realized where he was headed.
“Shhh…” he whispered and continued on his downward
exploration.
She gasped as one finger, followed by two fingers parted
her fleshy folds and dipped inside her, preparing her for him. He was stroking
the flames into a fiery passion burning out of control.
When she felt she was getting close to climax, to her
disappointment, which didn't last long, he pulled them out. “Now you’re ready,”
he whispered as he positioned himself over her.
He entered her. His chest heaved as he breathed in deep
breaths. She closed her eyes, and felt him plunge into her. She relaxed the
best she could, enjoying the feel of him as he stroked the fire within her.
“This is where you belong,” he cried out. “Right here in
my bed, for the rest of our lives.” She was startled by his confession.
Josh’s words rang in her ears. "Mark my words; Blade
Thorne wants you now and forever." It was too late to stop what was
already happening now. They both came undone together. Blade filled her, possessed
her, in ways no other man would be able to.
* *
whispered.
He seemed to want to take things slow, but she wasn’t
sure if she could handle it. She could feel a fire deep within her which was
burning out of control. “More, she whispered as he leaned in, and started
trailing fiery hot kisses along her neck, throat, and finally over the swells
of her breasts.
He stopped long enough to slip her nightgown over her
head, letting it slide to the floor in a pool. He reached behind her and
flicked the light on. The brightness it created flooded the room.
He was breathing heavier as he looked at her. “I’ve never
seen anything more magnificent,” he whispered to her. He sank his hands into
the long, brown strands of her hair which cascaded over her slender shoulders.
He pulled her to him and kissed her lips hungrily.
She grasped his shoulders, digging her nails into his
flesh. She let her hands roam freely, sliding them down his smooth, broad
chest. The fit of their bodies amazed her. It seemed as if they were made for
one another. She splayed her fingers out on his chest, loving the feel of it.
His kisses, like hot little flames began raining down her
neck and shoulders. It was torture. She wasn’t sure how much more she could
take, yet she didn't want him to stop. Her whole world felt as if it were
spinning out of control. She grabbed hold of him to keep herself steady on her
feet.
This time when she looped her thumbs into the waistband
on his pajama bottoms and pulled down on them, he didn’t stop her. They fell
down around his ankles and he stepped back long enough to step out of them. He
stood naked in front of her. With his rock hard muscles, he was a magnificent
piece of art.
She allowed her gaze to travel downward until it reached
his manhood. She licked her lips in anticipation, longing to feel him in her
again. She saw a spark of desire in his eyes, darkening them more than they
already were. He let out a ragged moan, which nearly made her come undone.
“Come,” he whispered, holding out his hand to her. She
grasped on to it, as if it were a life preserver and her life depended on it.
She allowed him to guide her towards his California king size bed.
He waited until she lay down before he joined her. When
she felt the weight of his body on hers, she moaned with longing. Her skin
tingled beneath him.
He kissed her again until they were both gasping for air.
When he caught his breath, he began a shower of torturous kisses along her neck
and shoulders. Whenever his lips made contact with her flesh, it felt as if
flames were dancing on her bare skin.
“Blade?” she practically cried out.
He stopped and looked at her. “What is it?” He looked startled.
“Make love to me,” she pleaded.
“I am,” he whispered before hooking his fingers in her
hair and kissing her.
When he moved lower, she whispered, “Blade, what are you
doing?” She froze as she realized where he was headed.
“Shhh…” he whispered and continued on his downward
exploration.
She gasped as one finger, followed by two fingers parted
her fleshy folds and dipped inside her, preparing her for him. He was stroking
the flames into a fiery passion burning out of control.
When she felt she was getting close to climax, to her
disappointment, which didn't last long, he pulled them out. “Now you’re ready,”
he whispered as he positioned himself over her.
He entered her. His chest heaved as he breathed in deep
breaths. She closed her eyes, and felt him plunge into her. She relaxed the
best she could, enjoying the feel of him as he stroked the fire within her.
“This is where you belong,” he cried out. “Right here in
my bed, for the rest of our lives.” She was startled by his confession.
Josh’s words rang in her ears. "Mark my words; Blade
Thorne wants you now and forever." It was too late to stop what was
already happening now. They both came undone together. Blade filled her, possessed
her, in ways no other man would be able to.
* *
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