Chapter 9

Her skin was like velvet, and she groaned her pleasure at each stroke of his hand, that groan becoming a soft mewling noise as he moved lower still, seeking and finding the hardened nub between those silken curls to roll his tongue against it slowly, rhythmically, caressingly.

Helena felt boneless as waves of pleasure washed up and through her, turning to rigid tension as she felt another climax rapidly approaching.

It was too much—

She couldn’t—

‘Please,’ she whispered. ‘I want—I need—’

‘Tell me what you need and want, my beautiful lady,’ he encouraged gruffly.

‘You,’ she gasped, reaching down for him, fingernails digging into those broad shoulders. ‘I need you!’

‘Then you shall have me,’ Bryan assured her, moving up and over her. ‘All of me.’

He gave a primeval groan as he entered her and buried himself inside her