His hands were clumsy in his urgency to locate the zip on her gown. The sibilant hum as he drew it down seemed deafening above the crackle of the fire and her staggered breathing.
The velvet slid down to collect in an emerald pool at her feet, revealing a banquet of treasures even more breathtaking than he had imagined.
Damn, but she was exquisite. The swatches of purple lace did nothing to disguise the shadow of her areolae and the neat triangle of hair at the apex of her thighs.
How could he have been so unmoved by her beauty a month ago? When he had become obsessed in the last week with gorging himself on every gorgeous inch?
The last molecules of blood still in his brain pounded beneath his belt, the desire to claim her so powerful and all-consuming his body burned. He unhooked the front fastening of her bra and stifled a moan as her breasts spilled into his palms.
He cradled the swollen flesh, circling the rigid peaks with his thumbs. His erection stiffened to iron as her sobs became pants of need. He bent to capture one plump nipple in his mouth, drowning in her delicious scent, determined to prolong the torture for them both as long as was humanly possible.
Her fingers fisted in his hair, tugging and pulling as she begged. ‘Please... I need more.’
The last threads on his control snapped at her breathless plea. Leaving the banquet of fragrant flesh, he lifted her into his arms and carried her through the suite’s living room and into his bedroom.
He placed her on the large four-poster bed in the centre of the room. He watched her watching him, her chestnut curls rioting around her head, her beautiful body pale against the golden quilt, the ripe flesh gilded by the firelight as he stripped off the last of his clothing.
Her dark emerald gaze drifted down, and the flush on her cheeks darkened.
He was a large man in every respect and her wary look gave him a moment of concern.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I promise to be gentle.’
Her gaze met his. ‘You don’t need to be gentle,’ she said, the fearless comment as bold and brave as the rest of her.
His heart swelled, making his ribs feel uncomfortably tight. He shook off the unfamiliar emotion and climbed on the bed. After dragging off her panties, he cupped her to capture the wet heat.
This was sex, and phenomenal chemistry. He liked her, had grown accustomed to having her by his side, and she had made the usual roster of Christmas engagements less of a chore than usual in the last week. But he didn’t require more, and certainly didn’t want more.
She bucked as he delved, circling, testing, his thumb finding the slick nub of her clitoris. She writhed as he exploited it, drawing forth her sobs. Watching her enjoy her own pleasure was so erotic he had to grit his teeth to stop from embarrassing himself.
‘Come for me,’ he demanded, and she responded instinctively, her body bowing back as she shattered.
His heart thundered in his chest, his ribs like a vice now as he positioned her hips. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed with afterglow as he notched the head of his erection at her entrance and pushed.
She was unbearably hot, unbearably tight, her sex clamped around him, but her body stretched to receive him, her nails scoring his shoulders, her pants becoming sobs as he pressed deep.
‘Are you okay?’ he managed.
She hadn’t flinched. And he hadn’t felt any impediment.
Puzzling questions clouded his mind, but then she nodded, and the need for answers dimmed. He had to move, to claim her fully, before he exploded.
Clasping her hips, he rocked out, then thrust back, filling her to the hilt this time. He continued to move, slow and careful at first, still mindful of his size, digging deep to work her G-spot. He established a brutal rhythm, clenched his teeth to ignore the orgasm licking
at the base of his spine. Desperate to hold on, determined to make her shatter first. And brand her as his.
His Queen, his woman, his lover.
She cried out, the vicious pulse of her climax triggering his own unstoppable release.
His seed exploded into her womb as he soared over the high wide ledge and let himself fall.
Sweaty, exhausted, sated, he collapsed into her welcoming embrace, drenched in a pleasure so intense, so fierce, he was afraid he might never be able to get enough of it.
Juno’s eyes drifted open. Dazed, disorientated and floating in a shiny sea of afterglow, she lay cocooned in a delicious cloud of sandalwood cologne and man.
Her tender sex twitched and she became brutally aware of the thick intrusion, still firm, still there inside the tight clasp of her body.