Page 26 of Her Honorable Hero

He rose up and jerked down his sweatpants. She looked up greedily. At last, something to hold onto. She tried to touch his cock, but he grabbed her wrists in one hand, and looked down with an intense smile.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“With my life.”

He guided himself to her entrance and thrust home.

She moaned her pleasure, wrapping her legs around him. Biting his shoulder, hard. Too hard.

Never had it been like this. She looked up at the man she loved and barely recognized his face. “Griff,” she gasped out.

“It’s okay, I’m here. We made it.

“Mine.” He swooped down and laid claim to her mouth. She opened, welcoming, taking him into her body. She knew that Griff needed to feel, needed to believe that she was here, that she was whole and his.

She broke their kiss, wrestled her hands from his grasp, and cupped his cheeks. “I’m going to be here. Always, Griff. Always.”

He surged high inside her, and Miranda about lost her mind.

“You can’t leave me. I couldn’t live without you,” he whispered.

“You won’t have to,” she breathed against his mouth.

His strokes changed, gifting her with pleasure. Her head rolled side to side. It was too much.

Griff bent his head and curled his tongue around her nipple, then suckled as he drove her even higher.

“Now,” she begged.

His dark eyes glimmered with a hint of a smile. “Patience is a virtue.”

“Fuck virtue,” she cried.

He laughed.

Thank God, he was her Griffin again. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and arched against him, then gently bit the pulse in his neck as he gently bit down on her nipple.

Ecstasy.