AllFreeNovel
Share Us
And the way we came together couldn’t have happened any other way.
We’d waited way too long, had craved each other too desperately.
I was completely shameless about satisfying my relentless hunger for him.
“Yes. Dylan,” I moaned, my body shaking with emotions I couldn’t suppress anymore. “I need you. Please.”
“Come for me, gorgeous. I want to watch you,” he growled.
This man’s overwhelming desire to satisfy me, and see proof that he had, was surprisingly erotic.
I wanted his eyes on me.
Watching me.
Seeing what he did to me.
Our gazes locked, and I fell into the ferocious, possessive, covetous emotions those breathtaking eyes were revealing.
Maybe I should have been terrified, but I wasn’t.
I wanted every animalistic desire he had because they matched the way I felt.
He moved without breaking his pace, adjusting until every thrust stimulated my clit.
“Shit! Too much.” I moaned. “I’m-not-sure-I-can-handle-this-much.”
I could feel my impending orgasm, and my body was so fraught that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.
“Just let go,” Dylan rasped against my ear. “I’ll be here to catch you.”
“Too-damn-intense-and-way-too-strong,” I babbled.
I dug my fingernails into his back, trying to ground myself as he pounded into me, wrapped himself around me, pleasuring me and making me crazy at the same time.
“Dylan!” I screamed. “Dylan!”
My climax rolled over me like a runaway train, and as I lost control, his eyes never left my face.
The elemental satisfaction in his gaze as he watched me come was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
My core pulsated around Dylan’s cock, squeezing him, milking him.
“Fuck!” he roared. “Kylie. Fuck!”
Fighting for breath, I watched as Dylan went over the edge, mesmerized by the way his powerful body strained as he found his own release.
His mouth came down on mine in a fierce, passionate embrace that left me even more breathless.
He rolled as we both tried to catch our breath, pulling me on top of him, our bodies still connected.
“I think you just completely wrecked me,” I muttered as my heart rate started to slow down. “I’m not sure I can get off you, much less out of this bed.”
“Perfect,” he said, his deep baritone infused with a touch of humor. “Then I have you exactly where I want you.”
“Sweaty and draped over your body like a wet noodle?” I asked.
Dylan threaded his hand through my damp hair. “I think sweaty and satiated is a very sexy look on you, sweetheart.”
