A CONTRACT ENGAGEMENT

But as much as she wanted to let him bring her to fulfillment, she wanted to take care of him first.

She shoved his shirt off his shoulders, then started to unbutton his pants. The instant she’d unzipped him, she slipped down his body and took him in her mouth.

“Red,” he gasped as she swirled her tongue around his hot shaft. She loved the size of him, the feel, the way he bucked against her tongue. It turned her on to know she was doing this to him, that he was fisting his hands in her hair and groaning because of the way she made him feel.

But before she could bring him to completion, he pushed her away.

“Inside you,” he said, lifting her.

He shoved her gown to her waist with one hand and snapped the thin strap of her thong with the other, the near-violent action more titillating than she could have imagined.

She kicked what remained of her panties free in a desperate rush to get rid of the encumbrance. He growled his approval and lifted her by her waist, holding her against the wall for a heartbeat before he brought her down on his thick hot length.

Sparks of passion rocketed through her.

She cried out and wrapped her legs around his lean hips, clutching him tightly to her, her face buried against his neck as that first wave of sensations tore through her. Her head spun from the sheer power of him inside her, making them one again. Her heart thudded strong and she wished this would go on forever.

He hissed out a breath and shuttered, going still as if he, too, had nearly passed out from this explosive joining, as if savoring every quiver of flesh against flesh, every slick sweet glide within. As if he were afraid to move for fear it would shatter to pieces.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

She clung to him, focused on his pulse pounding through her in an erotic beat that made her heart sing. Her muscles stretched to accommodate his length before instinctively tightening around him to milk him-draw out all he could give her. Hold him tight, as if by doing so she’d never lose this moment. Never lose him.

“Oh Red” he said, pulling nearly out of her before slamming back in where he belonged. His mouth came down on hers, the kiss as greedy as the need gnawing away inside her.

She threaded her fingers through his thick hair and ground her mouth against his even as her pelvis moved against him, matching his thrusts, his passion. She kissed him deeply, leaving no doubt in his mind that he was her only lover. That she belonged to him.

They broke apart on a gasp, desperate to draw air into lungs that burned. Her skin was on fire now, the blaze within her so hot and fierce that she was certain this time the heat would consume them.

He tossed his head back, his features cast in bold relief, an erotic deity come to life, the emotions stark and clear. Passion. Pain. Possession.

He controlled the moment. Controlled her with an iron will that left her panting for more, that left her at his mercy. She couldn’t have continued her sensual assault a moment longer. Raw passion crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, sweeping her away on a wave of bliss.

Every inch of her was ultra sensitized, from the aching tips of her breasts that drilled into his chest to her heart that pounded in time to his -hard, fast. Wanting more. Wanting all he could give her. Wanting to hold this moment forever.

She lifted her head and stared into eyes that smoldered with black flames of passion, so intense she trembled as the carnal fire licked through her veins. She burned deep inside, forever branded by his passion, her skin so sensitized that the slight abrasion of his fingers stroking her quivering body was sweet torture.

They had made love every way imaginable, but never with this explosive passion. Never this intense and consuming. Never so powerful that she actually thought if she died now, she would die blissfully happy.

Her trembling hands stroked down his powerful back that quivered at her touch. She pinched her eyes shut, imbedding this joining on her memory, for surely she wanted this moment to last forever, to hold him in her arms, in her body, until the end of time.

For when they were locked this way, the world faded into oblivion. She focused on him moving on her, in her. They were one, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in tandem to a sensual melody only they could hear.

The pressure inside her was cataclysmic, propelling her into the stratosphere. She gasped and reached toward that crystalline brilliance of completion just out of her reach. A place where she could only feel and not think. A nirvana where she simply lay sated in exquisite splendor.

With Julian.

If he wasn’t with her, she couldn’t go.

She held him tighter, determined to take him with her into her glorious climax. But that was ripped from her as her body splintered with sensation, trembling, tossing her up among the stars.

She screamed his name and reached for him, their entwined fingers her lifeline that surged with a maelstrom of passion. But that, too, grew dim, a ghost image that was beautiful to see, a memory that was seared on her soul.

She was dimly aware of his body straining against her own, her body pressed against the cool wall. Of his final thrust as he reached his climax with a hoarse shout that made her smile, for she’d given him all she had to offer.

It was much later that her brain began to function, when the ruckus from the beach and the clubs became an intrusion on this special moment. She rested lax in the cradle of his embrace, the wall cold and unyielding against her spine, his body hot and hard against her own. Her arms hung at her sides, her hands free. Her only remaining connection to him now was that he was still buried deeply inside her. But that, too, ended as he slowly eased out of her.