Chapter 8
Falk looked down at Ciara, startled by how much he wanted to fill her completely. He’d always maintained control during sexual liaisons before. But he couldn’t think straight right now. Everything was completely centered on the connection of their bodies.
He slowly pulled out, then thrust into her again. And because that felt so good, he did it again. And again! A part of him was conscious of the moans of pleasure coming from her, but his eyes kept returning to the place where they were connected. She was so damn beautiful, everywhere!
He kept a strong grip on her hands, but as she tightened her legs around his waist, she took him deeper into her body and…and he lost it. Her hands slipped away from his weakened grip to caress his chest and Falk couldn’t control the depth of his thrusts. Thankfully, Ciara didn’t seem to mind. Every time he thrust into her, she moaned and wiggled, deepening his pleasure. It was too much and not enough. Then she bit her lip, closing her eyes as she accepted all of him into her body. Thrusting faster, he moved his thumb to that nub, wanting to take her with him when his pleasure reached its peak.
When he heard her cry out, felt her hand cover his thumb, pressing against him, he released himself into her, thrusting faster and faster. His hand moved out of the way as he leaned forward, moving faster until…! “Yes!” he hissed, pulling her in as he thrust several more times, extending the climax for them both until there was nothing left.
Finally, completely drained, he collapsed on top of her, then rolled onto his side, wrapping his arms around her as he worked to slow his breath.
Ciara. The woman he’d dreamed about for so long was finally in his arms. Now…now he could claim her for his own.