Page 62 of Season of Wrath


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“You are so beautiful,” I murmur against her lips, taking the liberty of exploring her silky skin as my hand travels freely over her body.

“I love it when you touch me,” she breathes, her voice airy with swiftly growing arousal.

“Good, because I don’t intend to stop,” I rasp and kiss her deeply.

Running the backs of my knuckles up the length of her arm, I stroke her skin, relishing the goosebumps that rise along my path. As I round the corner of her shoulder, I release her lips to kiss the delicate line of her clavicle.

Each kiss is feather light, my lips brushing across her flesh, my tongue licking the salt from her skin as I make my way slowly across her chest to her sternum, worshiping the beautiful lines of her body.

My hand travels down the flat planes of her stomach to the waistband of her night shorts, and I slip beneath the elastic until my fingers find the peak of her thighs. She gasps as I stroke along the slick seam of her pussy, and I groan at how wet she is.

Easing my fingers between her folds, I press inside her entrance. Heidi moves beneath me, her hips rolling to intensify the penetration, and my palm presses against her clit. This eager excitement and insatiable desire feeds my own, and I finger her, relishing in her soft gasps from my penetrating touch.

Her body undulates, her breasts rising with each deep breath, her legs quivering with need. And all the while, I trail kisses across her flesh.

I can feel her walls tightening in anticipation of her climax, and I love how responsive she is to my touch. Even the soft, slow way I play with her now turns her on, and feeling her arousal makes my cock throb with anticipation.

I want to feel her pussy pulsing around my cockhead, soak in the sultry juices that slick her folds. But first, I want to make her come with my fingers.

Burrowing my chin between her ear and shoulder, I find the tender flesh of her throat and kiss it, working my way up to her earlobe.

“Oh, heck!” she gasps, her voice quivering with excitement. “Oh, Lord, I... mmm.” Her words trail into a groan as she finds her release, her pussy clamping onto my fingers before breaking into a frantic pulse.

Gasping with her release, Heidi shudders against me, her fingers pressing into my skin as if she’s holding on for dear life. And when I can’t stand it any longer, I remove my hand, sliding it back out of her shorts so I can remove them as well.

We’re naked beneath the sheets in a matter of moments, and I settle between Heidi’s knees, spreading her thighs as I align our bodies.

Hovering with my forearms braced on either side of her, I lean in to steal a slow, scintillating kiss. Her palms travel up my body, her fingertips following every line and groove in my muscles as she kisses me with equal passion.

It’s not the fierce, desperate pace with which we normally devour each other.

This time, we’re taking our time, each step intentional, each touch exponentially electrifying. And when my cockhead presses against her sinfully wet entrance, it takes all my strength and restraint not to shove inside her.

Instead, I ease in, inch by inch, relishing the way she tightens with anticipation, her walls fluttering around my thick head.

“You feel sofuckinggood,” I growl. I’ve thought it a hundred times before, but this time, I’m fully enraptured by how perfect Heidi’s pussy is, how gloriously her warm depths take me in. Like she was made for me.

She nods, as if unable to speak through the euphoria written across her face.

Head tilted slightly back, her lips parted, eyes closed, Heidi looks as if she’s lost in a world of pleasure, consumed by the bliss of our bodies becoming one.

And I can’t help but join her.

It feels so incredible, every sensation setting off a million explosive bursts of pleasure that have me quickly building toward a powerful release, though I’ve only just begun.

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HEIDI

The way Maks moves inside me, slowly, as if savoring every second, cherishing every caress—it feels dangerously close to making love. And though I’m trying desperately to cling to the logical side of my brain that reminds me that this is just sex, this time, I can’t stop the wave of infatuation.

My chest is a confused muddle of emotion, and what frightens me most is that I know I’m falling for him. It doesn’t matter that Maks made his intentions clear from the start. I can’t help it.

I’ve never met a man so in tune with my every want and need.

Yes, he’s commanding and can sometimes be overly controlling. But when he touches me, it’s as though all that transforms into an iron will to please me. It’s intoxicating, addicting. I find I can hardly breathe with the intensity of attraction that overwhelms me now.

His lips caress my skin with a tenderness that not only sets my skin alight but ignites the very depths of my soul.Thismust be what love feels like. The romantic kind of love. It’s this deep, earth-shattering connection that turns two bodies into one, not just physically but by joining their very spirits in heavenly bliss.

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