CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO #4
He devilishly gave a single, hard and deep thrust that stole her voice away, then moved his cock inside her in a series of little pulses.
He repeated the movement and thrilled at her body’s response to the steady rhythm, how it knew exactly when to relax to welcome the deep plunges, how it knew when to clench around him to savor the pulses. “Not like this, then?”
A plaintive whimper of raw need answered him, unable in her shaking desire to form anything more coherent.
But she didn’t have to. Her fingers splaying wide on the desktop for leverage and her buttocks pushing back hard against each thrust of his pelvis told him exactly what she begged for.
Not pausing as he rocked his hips against hers, he reached around to stroke her from the front and teased his fingers against her clit.
Her hips bucked up from the table as a wonderful shudder of anticipation swept through her.
“Oh, yes!” Her hands gripped the table top as she strained her body against his, coming precariously close to finding her release. He could feel it building inside her like the tension of a coiling spring. “Only you, Gabe… All I want is your love…”
“You have me, darling.” He stroked her clit again, grinding his thumb against the throbbing little nub until her thighs clenched, until the tiny muscles inside her clenched like a vise around his cock, until her breath tore from her lungs in fierce release—
Throwing back her head and arching her back, she came with a throaty cry of pure joy. Her body spasmed beneath his, and she collapsed limply against the table even as her folds continued to flex around him from residual waves of pleasure.
For a long moment, Gabe didn’t move, keeping his arms wrapped around her and letting himself enjoy the exquisite sensation of being inside her while pleasure flowed through her.
He squeezed his eyes shut and bit back a groan.
The temptation of spilling himself inside her warmth, of bringing this last unshared carnal intimacy to her, nearly overwhelmed him.
But he couldn’t. Not yet. Soon—this time tomorrow, in fact, when they were wed in every inseparable way. But until then… Forcing down an aching pang of regret, he began to slide out from between her legs.
“No!” Helena grabbed the edge of the table with her hands and slammed back against him, driving him deep inside her again with a shudder.
She squirmed her buttocks tightly against him until he was once more inside her to the hilt, keeping him frustratingly hard inside her. He sucked in a pained breath of restraint through clenched teeth.
“I want you inside me…all of you.” She looked at him over her shoulder, and there was no mistaking what she meant. “All of you, Gabe.”
The pleading look in her eyes, coupled with the heated tightness of her body clenching around his, overcame him.
Unable to deny either of them this singularly delicious moment, he surrendered with a shuddering groan and gave over to his desire for her.
Never…never had he wanted any woman as much as he wanted Helena at that moment, and not only because of her ferocity in claiming what she wanted from him—but kindness, tenderness… a true partner, in every way.
Wrapping his hands around her hips, he thrust wildly against her.
He yanked her back against him with each powerful forward plunge that sent her forward against the table, only to pull out until only the very tip of him remained sheathed in her warmth before once more sinking as deeply inside her as their bodies allowed.
Each pounding thrust came with such force now that the sound of her bare bottom slapping against his thighs echoed into the shadows of the library and nearly drove him mad with pure, animal hunger.
She shoved back against him with every hard thrust until her elbows locked. “I want you…oh, please, Gabe…now! Please now!”
He plunged deep inside her one last time and held himself there. His hips jerked, and his seed poured from him in a sweet, joyous rush. His buttocks clenched as he strained to squeeze out every last drop, giving himself completely to her.
She broke beneath him as she came a second time with a sobbing cry that reached all the way down to his soul.
She collapsed across the table, shivering and hot, utterly spent.
Her eyes were closed, and her cheek rested on the cool tabletop as she fought to steady her pounding heart and calm her panting breath.
He slowly slipped his spent cock free of her warmth, and in the dim moonlight, he could see a silver bead of moisture trickling down her inner thigh. But his heart didn’t need that visible proof of how her body had branded his tonight. He knew he would never be the same again.
He gathered her against him, secure in his arms. She smelled of sweet perfume and the musky scent of sex, and her softness seeped into him, warming him from the inside out.
“I love you,” she whispered breathlessly into the shadows, not opening her eyes.
I love you, too, Helena… But he simply couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
Instead, he closed his eyes against the pain and placed a silent kiss between her shoulder blades.