Part 34 (2/2)

She bit her lip as if debating. Scooting to his side, she traced her finger over the contours of his ear.

”Would you like that?”

”Aye,” he breathed as fire coursed through his veins.

She leaned forward and gently stroked his ear with her tongue.

Braden hissed as his entire body jerked involuntarily. His body instantly sprang back to life, even harder than it had been before.

She trailed her mouth from his ear down his jaw, then buried her lips in his neck. Braden struggled against the laces holding him.

”I want to touch you,” he said, his voice ragged with need.

”Where?” she asked.

”Everywhere.”

She laughed again. ”Sorry, love, you'll just have to wait.”

She straddled him then. Braden arched his body as she skimmed herself from the center of his chest all the way down to his waist.

”You're killing me!” he growled, wanting to touch her so badly that he could barely stand it.

Maggie smiled wickedly at his agonized tone as she felt his stomach muscles contract beneath her thighs.

The hunger in his eyes burned her.

He lifted his hips then and threw her forward onto his chest. ”Kiss me, blossom,” he demanded.

She did. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lifted his lips to meet hers and she kissed him with all the strength she had.

Oh, but he tasted wonderful. And as their kiss deepened, she felt him harden even more against her bare thigh.

”You are a hungry one,” she said as she pulled back from his lips to look down at his shaft standing out from his body.

”You have no idea,” he said, his voice breathless.

Deciding she had tormented him enough, she turned and placed her hand against his rigid shaft. He shook all over.

”Like that, do you?” she asked.

”Aye.”

She skimmed her fingers over his swollen manhood, gently toying with him while she used her other hand to brush the small trail of hairs that led from his navel to his groin. He hissed and growled as he writhed even more.

Maggie delighted in her power.

Braden couldn't think as he watched her staring at him. The look of love and desire on her face scorched him straight to his wicked soul. And just when he was sure he could stand no more, she finally took mercy on him.

Her eyes smoldering, she rose up above him, then impaled herself on his shaft.

He threw his head back and growled at the tight feel of her body enveloping him again. Lifting himself up, he drove himself deep inside her.

Never had he felt anything like her as she rode him hard. The feel of her body sliding against his as she moaned feverishly above him.

Unable to stand it, he fought against the ties that held his hands from her. He needed to feel her. Had to feel her.

Maggie must have decided she'd had enough as well, for she delivered one deeply satisfying stroke to him, then untied his wrists.

With a triumphant roar, Braden sat up.

”Now you're mine,” he said playfully.

”I have always been yours,” she whispered.

Before he could think on her words, he pressed her back against the mattress, separated her thighs with his knees and drove himself back into paradise.

She raked her nails over his back as he thrust against her. In and out, faster and faster, until he thought he would go mad.

She clasped him tight with her legs and arms, then threw her head back and screamed out his name as her release took her.

Braden laughed as he continued to fill her.

”That's it, Maggie,” he breathed in her ear. ”Hold me.” Because, in truth, he never wanted her to let go of him.

She held him tight and when his own release came, it shook him all over.

Never had he met her equal. Braden lay there, still inside her, just listening to her breathe in his ear. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were flat against his chest, and for the first time in his life he didn't want to leave her. If he could, he would crawl inside her skin and stay there forever.

The peace inside him was indescribable. His body was fully sated and yet he still wanted more.

It was the strangest, most frightening thing he had ever encountered.

What was it about her? She was magical.

Rolling over, he pulled her to him. She curled against his right side with her head on his shoulder and one arm draped over him.

For hours they lay there, neither speaking, just feeling each other, grateful for the time in each other's embrace and terrified of what the morrow might bring.

In the wee hours of the morning, Maggie fell asleep.

Braden stayed awake, listening to her breathing as he held her close. It was such a miraculous sound.

”Maggie,” he whispered against her hair, knowing he would have to leave her when this day was over.

Why? his mind demanded.

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