“God damn you,” he cursed.

Every instinct inside her told her to tear their pants off and sit on top of him until she felt him invading every inch of her.

But this was such a good, bittersweet torture that she couldn’t. Not when she had the sexy dark demon undulating in the palm of her hand—literally.

So she licked up and down the length of his shaft, listening to the catch in his breath, the deep groans rumbling from his chest, and the way his hands gripped then released the grass at his sides.

As her tongue performed a particularly seductive move around the tip of him, he automatically reached for her head. Her heart stuttered in her chest as her breath caught. Would he curl his hands into her hair and push his cock into her mouth? The thought aroused her so much she flushed.

He reached for her but before he touched a strand on her head, he pulled back. His hands shook as if it took great effort to keep them at his sides. That made her grin and suck on the tip of him even harder.

His hips bucked forcing his cock deeper into her mouth.

She didn’t want him to behave. Not now. Now she wanted him wild and unleashed. She wanted to feel every single sensation that he felt for her. She wanted their love to be a physical thing that could be felt in the air around them.

So, she swirled her tongue over the tip of him and sucked his cock into her mouth. His wet shaft glided smoothly into her mouth, filling her wide and deep. He was big, bigger than she’d ever had. Her lips spread taut around his shaft, nearly hurting but my God was it worth it. Her hand worked the bottom of his long shaft, fist pumping slow before gathering speed. His harsh breathing filled her ears as her mouth worked him up and down, sucking and licking, lips caressing his hard shaft.

It had all been worth it because his entire body jerked under her touch, hips twitching then pumping to fill her mouth as if he was fucking it. His chest rose and fell in hard pants like he’d just finished a hard mile-long sprint. Ecstasy tightened his features with raw beauty. She moaned around his shaft, actually wishing he’d come. Just come now and spend in her mouth. She wanted to give him that pleasure, wanted to taste all of him in a way she couldn’t explain. As if she wanted to share everything with this man, take in all parts of him and give it back ten-fold.

“Dreenaru gina slinah!”

“Hmmm?” she hummed as she sucked him deep again, moving faster now with both mouth and hand. His cock grew harder, hotter. The vein pulsed beneath her fingertips as his thighs trembled, actually trembled at her touch. She felt like she had the power to move mountains.

“You are incredible,” he said huskily, translating for her.

Yes, well, she felt incredible bringing him this kind of pleasure. Each grunt and groan from him, each thrust of his hips and hard roll of his packed abs sent a pulse straight to her clitoris. She ached. Squeezing her thighs together did nothing to ease her. Hot moisture escaped her at the action and rubbed along her swollen folds.

“Stop now, Abbigail. Take me inside you,” he pleaded.

Yes! Her body screamed.

She wanted to stay and tease him but instead she listened to him, her body too tense to do otherwise. In a rush, she kicked off her shoes, socks, and tugged down her jeans. Her panties followed next, and then she tossed her leg over his wide, thick waist with the V of muscles cut above his hips bones.

God he was sexy.

His hands steadied her, caressing from her thighs up to her waist then around to her ass. She was open to him completely. As she arched over him, prodding his cock with her entrance, he took full advantage of her position. He squeezed and molded her breasts, tugged a hard nipple between two warm fingertips. His other hand slipped down her side and gave a quick squeeze to her hip before cupping her sex.

“You are so beautiful,” he said.

A soft moan escaped her. Her heart melted and need poured from her. She tensed at his touch. She thought he might take to torturing her as she had him, but he didn’t.

His fingers slid over her wet center to dip inside and tease her of something much bigger and harder to come.

“Alrik,” she gasped. Her hips rocked against his fingers.

He moved much too slowly.

One hand tugged her tender nipple in time with his fingers thrusting lazily in and out of her. His touch created a spike of pleasure from her brain to her core that threatened to burst. Her breaths turned ragged as need built. She could come she was that close to climax. She just needed a push.

“Touch me,” she begged, trying to watch him but she could barely manage to keep her eyes open.

“I am touching you.” The corner of his mouth kicked up in a sensual way she wanted to bite.

She might have laughed if she could. “No, I mean touch me faster.”

His palm suddenly pressed hard against her clitoris then his fingers curled inside her rubbing over a spot that instantly made her head fall back and her body tense.

Oh yes, right there, her body cried.

Everything that mattered, everything that she thought or felt centered on his hands and the pleasure he wrought from her.

“You make me feel more than I ever have,” he said roughly. His palm circled over her clitoris rubbing in a steady rhythm.

How could he share such deep words at a time like this? She couldn’t respond coherently let alone with the thought and care his words deserved.

So, she said the simplest and most honest thing she could think of. “I love you.”

His fingers around her breast as he thrust his fingers inside her, curling them as his palm pressed against her and moved faster. Blissfully, wonderfully faster. Her sex clenched around him as her breaths caught. The erotic sensations were too much. Burning waves rose inside her. Her skin drew tight as hot steam built up inside her. He kept playing her, thrusting faster, pressing harder against her, and building her up to a tremendous peak.

Then, he drove her over.

She shouted a strangled cry of pleasure. She trusted him completely with her body and with her pleasure. She trusted him because she loved him. She could feel it in the wild palpitations of her heart slamming in her chest.

“Alrik, Alrik...”

His arms snaked around her waist and then her back pressed into the grass and his strong body cocooned hers. Hot lips pressed against hers wringing another kiss from her, this one sweet and filled with longing. She couldn’t possibly float any higher, any lighter at that moment because right then everything in the world was right.

As her body floated back down to earth and her skin cooled, she rubbed her legs against his, wrapped her arms across his back, and simply cradled him to her. Time passed, she couldn’t be sure how long and they just kissed letting the passion cool.

When he finally slipped his hips between her legs and slowly entered her , her breath caught and needy warmth fill her, she was ready. He took her slowly, his eyes loving hers, their lips kissing then tasting each other’s necks and shoulders.

He wasn’t fucking her.

He wasn’t having sex with her.

He was making love to her.

She held him close as each thrust brushed her clitoris making her blood burn hotter and hotter. He took her slowly toward another heart-soaring peak. This time she knew he’d be right there with her though.

Her hips rocked against his until they made a perfect tempo together. He grew restless, breaths coming heavier as she entwined her legs with his, opening her core to him.

He groaned deep in his chest as if she was killing him.

“You are so beautiful,” he said in her ear.

No, you are she wanted to say but didn’t. She didn’t want anything to ruin this.

One arm slid beneath her hips to pull her up.