Page 164 of The Defiant Curse

Not.

At.

All.

As his mouth moved down her body, touching, tasting, and enjoying his woman, Elizabeth moaned in pleasure.

“Ethan,” she whispered.

There was finally a silencing of the demons that had made her run, and the wickedest of them all found her again.

Ethan.

The love she felt for him was so overwhelming that it almost made her want to cry now more than ever. That sadness of being lost was gone.

There.

Was.

Peace.

She whimpered in pleasure as his mouth drove her wild. Ethan was hitting all the right spots, sending fire across her body as he traveled lower.

She was lost in that pleasure and so grateful that someone had saved her.

Holy shit!

That hopelessness was gone.

As he left open-mouthed kisses on her flesh, they went from gentle to heated, making Elizabeth feel as if she was burning up.

She never wanted it to stop.

Someone was wild, and that was exactly how she liked him.

“EJ,” she whispered.

As his body was above hers, Elizabeth reached out and ran her fingers down his chest, across the raven tattoo, and over corded hips.

With each caress, his body shook.

Yeah, they still had this. His reaction told the story, and it was a beautiful one.

It was their love story.

And it hadn’t reached its end.

Rolling, she got him flat on his back, his erection pinned between them.

The whole time, he was watching her with his midnight-dark eyes. In them, there was love.

In them, there was need.

“I do like when you trap me beneath you,” he joked. “It’s my favorite place to be.”

She grinned at him.

Oh, well, the view was pretty spectacular.