But dear God,thiswas heaven.
She could only focus on fullness. And at the present, thatwasWarrick—inside her. His hands...everywhere.
She bit her lip at the sensations that sparked through her body with each of his thrusts. The pain of it had quickly turned to a slight sting, and now the feel of this man’s body above hers, his lips trailing her skin, his possession, robbed her of any and all sense of the world around her.
She had come here to confront Warrick with the newest development of the secret club as well as find a way for them to move forward without cutting each other out of their lives. She hadn’t anticipated such an outcome as this. But Selena approached new decisions with the same fearless manner inwhich she approached most things. This time was no different. She had decided to follow her heart wherever it led her.
She gasped as his teeth grazed the sensitive tip of her breast, absorbing all he bestowed, and he—he devoured all of her.
She splayed her hands over the span of his chest, soaking up the flex of his muscles beneath her fingers, his urgency to claim and conquer as strong as hers to claim and conquer him. And she very much wanted to conquer him—his attention, his focus.
And yes, his heart.
Selena jolted at the recognition, but amidst their bodies deeply connecting, for better or worse, she held onto him.
His hand fisted in her hair, and he dragged his mouth over hers, truly more beast than man, driving himself to the same heights she had moments before reached, the pain of his breach transforming once again into dazzling pleasure as he rocked her world on its end again and again.
A moan escaped her lips.
The man was insatiable.
So am I.
The pleasure she’d received at his hands, his mouth, his body was nothing short of wicked. And from deep within, an explosion erupted, the sparks rolling through her body, and escaped through her lips in the form of a cry. Her legs trembled as though they had lost all functionality. She barely noticed that Warrick had cupped her face between his large hands, dragging soft kisses from her temple to her cheek.
And in the aftermath of all the pleasure, his, hers, theirs, Selena’s mind shut down. She curled up in Warrick’s embrace, not allowing any thoughts of reality to penetrate the cocoon they had just woven. Over the years of knowing him, she’d grown accustomed to his scent, but in this moment, it took on a whole different fragrance.
She inhaled deeply.
She loved it.
She never wanted to leave these arms.
What am I even thinking?
“Selena,” his low, gruff voice murmured.
Mmm.
“Princess.”
“Not a princess,” Selena murmured, not wishing to leave her daze.
A chuckle.
“Why are you laughing?” she complained dreamily. “Hold me. Don’t say anything about marriage or consequences.”
Strong, powerful arms gathered her up tighter into his embrace. “Who said I was going to say anything?”
She eyed him askance, and he nuzzled her shoulder. “It’s written all over your face.”
“You are not looking at my face.”
“That’s because I can hear it in your tone.”
“I hadn’t said anything,” he protested, but there was laughter in his voice.
“Your body shifted in a way that told me you were preparing to bring up the topic.”
