Forever Yours Series Bundle (Book 1-3)

He was ruined for all other women.

She pulled her lips from his panting. He fought to reason around the lust firing his brain. He wanted her underneath him with a ferocity that appalled him. He glanced at her, probing for fear. Her eyes were large, heavily lashed, still drowsy with arousal, all uncertainty had fled.

He kissed her. She moaned, and he drank in her languid sighs, greedy for more. He kept kissing her as he undressed her. No more talking and no more hesitation. He didn’t want to give her any time to change her mind. She’d had enough chances.

He peeled down her gown revealing exquisite breasts, lush and full. He could almost feel them in his hands, in his mouth. He stepped back, running his gaze over her body. A blush ran down her cheeks to her neck and reddened her pale skin. She was gorgeous. His hands inched up her thighs, gently over her tiny waist where the muscles were quivering. Her skin was soft and inviting. Too damn inviting. Dark cravings ate at him even though he’d threatened to ruin her sensibilities He wouldn’t. This was Emma. She wanted a night of loving. He couldn’t take her with the roughness and the hint of forbidden she had responded to. But God, he wanted to.

“Undress for me,” he ordered. Elliot controlled his wince. A part of him was still trying to warn her from him. He waited for her reaction to his command, muscles tense, and his heart jerking too damn fast.

After the slightest of hesitation, and with confidence he’d not realized her capable of, she walked around to the side of the bed. Her movements as she removed her gown were not slow and seductive. They were brisk and to the point. He stepped deeper into the shadows to hide his smile.

“I’ll not remove my stockings or my garters,” she said huskily, a hint of shadows in her eyes.

And he understood, they would hide the scars.

“As you wish,” he murmured, suddenly wishing he could take her in his arms and offer comfort.

She bent in a perfect line, her backside arched to unbuckle delicately heeled red dancing slippers. Those sharp heels against his back would be the perfect edge of pain as he stroked into her. Stop…this is Emma, I must be tender with her. His cock throbbed in his trousers, thick and heavy, mocking his determination.

“Leave the shoes.”

She paused and glanced up, her eyes probing the shadows for him. She bit her lips, and he watched the expression chase across her face—probably uncertainty because of the commands, then excitement. Her excitement had his cock jerking.

He stripped off all his clothes, his mouth watering to get a taste of her. “Turn around,” he whispered. “Remain bent over and widen your legs. I want so see those pretty folds.”

She shivered. Then complied. Spinning in a smooth, graceful move. He waited for her to object so he could rein in the needs pumping through his blood like hot liquid.

“Widen your legs more, clasp your ankles, and arch your back,” he rasped.

He had to softly clear the hoarseness from his throat as she complied baring her pretty wet folds to his gaze. Would she obey all his commands without question? Was she so bold and brazen that she would ignore her delicate sensibilities, or was this her untapped sexuality, her true nature? He lowered his eyes to the pale, perfect globes of her backside, then lower. From where he stood, Elliot could see the wetness glistening on the folds of her sex, her arousal evident. Stepping from the shadows, he walked over to her, taking in the very provocative pose.

She was perfect.

She trembled as he trailed a finger over the globe of her buttocks down to her cleft. Her skin was like warm satin. “Beautiful,” he murmured, more aroused than he had ever been in his life.

She was so daring, his Emma. So free, and the possibilities had him on edge more than anything else. He ran his fingers down to her wet entrance. She moaned his name as he pushed past the clenching tissue, burying two of his fingers deep in one stroke. She choked his fingers despite her wetness. “You’re so tight you’re killing me, princess.”

“I thought you would approve,” her husky voice taunted.

He chuckled. “I do, very much.”

She sighed and relaxed, even more, the arch of her backside becoming more enticing.

Elliot widened his fingers experimentally and frowned. Her channel was so damn snug he wondered if she would take him comfortably. He didn’t want her to hurt tonight unless it was the good kind. “I’ve never craved a woman as I do now. I want so very badly to work my cock into you…in this very provocative position.”

She trembled at the explicit words and actions, her breath panting a little harder. But she did not breathe a word of protest, and lust almost drove him to his knees. Years of bottled need rushed through Elliot, filling him with a depth of craving that scared the hell out of him. S

he would not run from him or his desires. The surety that he could explore everything with her tonight caused a tremor to course through his body. There would be no ladylike squeamishness despite her innocence. He pressed a tender kiss above the dimple on her ass, then stepped back, fighting for control. “Lay on the bed and spread your legs wide.”

Her lips tilted in a small smile, and it was so very arousing. The sensual curve of her mouth was beguiling and so very appealing. She climbed on the bed, lay on her back and extended slender stocking clad legs pressed together high in the air. Then with a slow grace that had his breathing strangling, Emma executed a perfect provocative split baring her pink wet quim to his gaze.

For an endless moment, he couldn’t speak, and when he did his voice was hoarse. “Spread them wider. Hold them open if you need to.”

She complied, and his breathing deepened. He could not take his eyes off the goddess splayed before him. Her curves were gloriously unbelievable.

Giving in to the gnawing need to taste her, he dipped his head between her splayed legs. She cried out when he licked her slit. She twisted beneath the teasing flicks of his tongue, and his balls tightened as hot fingers of lust stroked up his spine. He sucked her pearl into his mouth. She drew in a harsh breath, then released a moan filled with need. There was no other sound in the chamber, except her soft whimpers and sighs as he licked and nibbled at her wet core. She legs collapsed to rest on his shoulders.

“Oh God, Elliot,” she cried out, hips arching into his mouth.