Forever Yours Series Bundle (Book 1-3)

She gripped his hair as he held her open under the lash of his tongue, and pleasured her with decadent greed. When he felt her start to tremble, he drew back and blew softly against her folds, eliciting a fractured moan. He pushed two fingers into her wet heat, twisting lightly, scissoring and widening her snug channel. He slid deftly between her legs and arched her hips to him. He spread her wide, draping her legs over his thighs, so he could look down and watch her take every inch of him. He parted the wet, swollen folds of her sex with his cock and very gently eased into her quivering flesh. His breath hissed from his teeth as he inched in slowly. She was exquisitely tight. She whimpered, closing her eyes as her body stretched to accept his steady penetration.

It was pure ecstasy sinking inside of her. “Look at me, princess I want to see your eyes when I take you.” His voice was rough with arousal, and he could feel his control slipping.

Her eyes snapped open, and though they were glazed with pleasure, he saw the discomfort. “Elliot, I…I...”

“We’ll go easy,” he promised.

Controlling the demands of his body, he slowly slid his cock another inch into her tightness, concentrating on her pleasure. He lowered his head, flicking his tongue across her beaded nipple, then sucking. The tips were hard, dark pink, and felt like satin in his mouth.

She shivered, clenching on his length, and his muscles trembled at the white-hot pleasure that whipped through him. His balls screamed, and he ruthlessly ignored the urge to ride her until they were both raw and sated.

“Kiss me,” she whispered with aching need.

He released her nipple and rose up onto his elbow, taking her mouth with a gentleness he had not thought himself capable of at this moment. His tongue swirled, licking in the deep recess of her mouth, savoring her sweetness. His control wavered as she returned his kiss with tender greed. Her fingers twined in his hair as she held him to her, sipping, nipping, and laving his mouth with sometimes playful, then voracious kisses. Elliot eased back and smoothed his thumb over her lips. He dipped his head, claimed her lower lip and bit hard, then soothed it with soft strokes of his tongue. He groaned as she got wetter, more relaxed.

He nudged and slid his cock into her heat another fraction. Her whimper came hard and fast against his lips, her shivers more pronounced, but her sex strained to take him deeper. He wanted to groan her name, pepper praises to her, but he had to reign it in, knowing how devastated she would have been if he made it known he was aware who he held in his arms.

“Take me…just like that. Slow and easy.”

Lust was burning inside his gut like acid, and his mutter was more like a growl.

“Not slow…you don’t need to treat me gentle. I am not breakable.” She rolled her hips underneath him, a move that was so sensuous and scorching, sweat beaded on his skin.

She pressed her lips against his ear, her voice one of carnal temptation. “Take me, Elliot…. ruin me.”

He pushed forward, forcing her to take half his length and girth in a hard thrust. A wild cry tore from her throat. She trembled, her wet heat swallowed him, and wrapped him in sublime tightness and soothing comfort. He had never been this damned hard for a woman in his life, and he was determined to kill her with pleasure, so she would be unable to walk away.

Not from this.

Not from him and the possibilities.

He did not care what he had to do to ensure their future, but secure it he would. You are mine, Emma Amelia Fitzgerald.

Chapter 7

Emma rode an edge of pleasure so sharp and consuming it terrified her. Impaled on Elliot’s hardness, she moaned helplessly at the fullness of his penetration. Each slow plunge which urged her to take his thick length ignited a burst of fire deep down in her stomach, but she could still feel the restraint in his touch, see it in his gaze. Knowledge suddenly welled from the depth of her beings. “Help me chase away the loneliness,” she whispered, lifting her legs to wrap around his hips, the silk of her stockings gliding smoothly over his back, the edge of her slippers pressing against his skin. “Ruin me, my darling.” Her own voice sounded strange to her.

The savage hunger that moved in his eyes and tightened the skin over his cheek bones should have scared her. But it enthralled her. He withdrew, and he returned to the depth of her body with a swift and deep penetration, filling her with pleasure and pain. Her eyes fluttered close as she absorbed the shocking impact of his thrusts on her senses.

“Don’t look away from me,” he groaned.

Her lashes lifted, their gazes locked. She could get lost in his eyes. They glittered with lust and tenderness. The tenderness confused her for it hinted at familiarity, but before she could even start to think, he grinded into her with deep, powerful strokes, and she lost herself in the dominant eroticism of being taken by him.

She gasped as he splayed her more open and thrust even deeper. The sensation of being stretched so widely was erotic. Moans and whimpers she could not prevent ripped from deep inside as she pleaded for Elliot to never stop. He arched her, dipped his head, and raked his teeth over the sensitive tip of her nipple.

“Can you take more?” he whispered, his tone rougher than before. “Can you take me harder, deeper?”

Her body responded violently and instinctively to the explicit promise of more. “Yes,” she gasped.

“Sweet gorgeous woman,” he growled.

His hips snapped harder in an unrelenting rhythm, and she sobbed, dimly aware of the hoarse cries spilling from her throat. She gripped the sheet in her fists, as the sharp edge of pleasure-pain he invited her to ride with each thrust became unbearable. Sensations gathered in her stomach, sending uncontrollable tremors through her thighs, and before her mind could process it, delightful pleasure arched through her more intense than anything she’d ever felt. Relentless waves of pleasure engulfed her entire body, and Emma came apart with a loud unexpected cry of relief.

Three strokes later, Elliot crushed her to his chest and with a rasping groan released inside of her. He kissed her lips with a gentleness that had her heart aching. He stroked her hair, a tender gesture that made her sigh, then dropped his forehead to hers, his breathing ragged, staring into her eyes for what seemed like endless seconds. She so badly wanted to say ‘Elliot, it’s Emma.’

“Are you well?”

Her throat closed, and she nodded. The need for him to know that it was her had a knot of emotions choking her. Before she could do something foolish, he pulled from her and slowly w