Vulfen Shadow's Grace [Vulfen Cadre 4] (Siren Publishing Classic)
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He reached under the froth of her skirt and brushed his fingers across her clit. The lace rasped across her responsive little button. A flash of sweet heat spilled through her and left her weak and sagging in his firm hold.
Grace moaned. “Can’t you just hurry, for once?” she complained. “I’m dying without you.”
He growled in her ear and set his teeth into his mating mark. He pushed her skirt up and tore off her panties.
That quickly she was hoisted into his strong arms with his heated erection pushing against the tight restriction of her body. When he began that first hard, heavy penetration, she almost thanked him. Though it had only been a few hours, it felt like forever since they had been together.
His speed and the rough, rhythmic pressure of his chest on her sensitive breasts electrified her. She muffled her cries of ecstasy against his broad shoulder as the forceful stimulation pushed her up and over into a blazing hot rapture. As he ejaculated inside her body, he took her mouth in a deep consuming kiss.
She could feel the boiling wetness of his seed blasting inside her and it sent her over again. The blistering sensations went on and on, until she thought she might faint.
At some point he stopped thrusting, but his weight and the hard spear of his cock kept her pinned in place against the wall. In the dim light, she could just make out what looked like a shelf of cleaning products on the side wall.
“I think we’re in a closet,” Grace said but something in her tone made it sound like a question.
Matsij rested his damp forehead against hers. One of her breasts had come free from her gown and she could feel his chest rising and falling, his tuxedo abrading her tender nipple.
“Look what you do to me, Grace. You destroy my control as no one else can. I am facing a lifetime of firsts. I can promise you, I have never dragged a woman into a closet before in the whole of my life.”
Grace licked his throat lazily. “As long as it’s me, you can do it again. Fast or slow, in a closet or on the moon, I don’t care, as long as it’s with you. I love you.”
“I love you, Grace, more than you know.” The tender tone of his words settled in her heart.
He moved experimentally and she gasped as bright sensation glittered up between their joined bodies. He was still fiercely hard inside her.
“Now, Grace? Can we go slowly now?”
Her body melted around his marble hardness, accepting all he had to offer. He withdrew and speared inside her again, pushing deeper inch by slow tormenting inch. She panted through the rise of bliss as fresh ripples of response moved through her burning flesh. The intense glow of his eyes lit up their tiny sanctuary.
“Yes, now we can be slow.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Laina Kenney is a classically trained singer/instructor with a regular job and a deep love of the written word. Her family is supportive of (or perhaps just resigned to) a house full of books in every genre, with ancient history and romance taking up the majority of the space. She cheerfully admits to having a bizarre sense of humor and enough shiny accessories for any ten women. One of the greatest joys in her life is exploring the wonder of testosterone, both in prose and in person.
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