Maiden and the Lion (Lions of Manhattan 2)

She slowed, dragging from his balls to the tip. Her pussy lips kissed his shaft with all her good wetness. Jesus. Unbelievable. Sinful.

“God.”

“Mm-mm.” Alex nuzzled her neck. “Keep the pace, sweet. Make me wet.”

She picked up the rhythm. Down and up. Rub and grind. Her juices made his shaft slick. He slipped a hand down and plucked her clit.

“Alex.”

“Keep the rhythm, sweet.”

He played with her clit until she suddenly jerked and came.

Her eyes snapped wide. Her body rigid. “Alex!”

“That’s it, sweet, come for me. Make me wet.”

She climaxed. Her feminine scent permeated around them. Alex found it very arousing, like an aphrodisiac. His lion threatened to burst through the surface. She gasped and mewled. That throaty, girly sound was very sexy. God, everything about her was sexy. She drove him wild.

Alex growled. His heart was set on claiming her as his mate. He’d marry her before this weekend. And he would keep her in his apartment until the threat was over. She was his. His woman. Forever.

Bea panted. She sat on his hips, his cock pressed against her pussy. She giggled. “That was amazing. You made me come twice.”

“I’m going to make you come many more times.”

“Is that a promise?”

“It’s a promise.”

Alex wrapped her in his arms. “You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine, Bea.”

“I’m yours, Alex.”

“Give me a kiss.”

She kissed him and he kissed her back with the same heat. They devoured each other until new fire flared between them.

“Are you ready?” Alex asked. “To become mine?”

“Oh yes. I’m ready.”

“Lay on your back.”

Bea tumbled on the bed and Alex went on top of her. She wound her arms around his neck. He kissed her passionately and stroked her hair.

“Open for me,” he said huskily.

She spread her legs wide.

Bracing one elbow next to her head, Alex positioned himself at her pussy. His blunt tip nudged her wet opening. She moaned. Pleasure sparked when their flesh made contact. With his free hand, Alex gripped her hips and anchored her to stay still.

Alex kissed her mouth. “Look at me, sweet. Look at me when I take you.”

Bea stared straight into his eyes. Alex’s amber eyes were luminous bright. They were blazing with lust. She nipped his lips.

“Oh, sweet,” he whispered. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Alex.”