Alejandro's Sorceress(26)

“I need you,” he said roughly, his voice like sandpaper. “I don’t know why or how, but I do. Please. Please.”
She put her hands on his face and pulled back a little to study his face, and the wildness and desire he saw in her unbelievably blue eyes drove him over the brink of the abyss.
“Yes,” she said. One tiny word that changed his entire world.
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Rose reveled in her boldness. She was acting nothing like herself. Or maybe she was acting exactly like herself. Either way, she wanted this man and this moment. She didn’t know how to believe his claims of love and forever, but she wanted to believe.
Oh, how she wanted to believe.
“Bedroom,” she gasped, just before he ripped her shirt down the middle and then fastened his lips on her nipple, right through her bra, right there in the middle of her living room. Anybody could walk in, this was crazy, this was . . .
He sucked, hard. She screamed and forgot about anything else beyond the feel of his mouth on her.
He lifted her up, still licking and sucking her nipple, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and hung on as he strode down the hall to her bedroom.
“Yes, please, more,” she said, gasping or whimpering or crying out, only the goddess knew which, and he tossed her on the bed and then stripped out of his clothes.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, and he laughed.
“No, my sorceress, my witch, my lovely one. You are the beautiful one.” He pulled off her shoes and then her jeans, fumbling in his haste, and it was her turn to laugh.
“We have time,” she said, but then she frowned. “Mac?”
“Alaric said he’ll sleep for a day or two. Alaric is never wrong,” Alejandro said, and then he pounced on her.
His body was all hard muscle and elegant lines, and she was finally free to touch. So she did. His hot skin was a paler shade of copper where his pants had covered him, and the dark trail of hair that led down the rippling muscles of his abdomen pointed an arrow at the impressively large and deliciously hard part of him that had so intrigued her in the park.#p#分页标题#e#
“I don’t have much practice at this,” she said, suddenly afraid she’d disappoint him, and his face lit up with a huge smile.
“Neither do I. Let’s figure it out together.”
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Alejandro was almost afraid she’d disappear right in front of his eyes. She was too wonderful to be real; too warm, too beautiful, too kind, too everything. He wanted to taste and touch every inch of her skin—brand her with his touch until she screamed his name and begged him to stay.
“I want you now,” he said, and he didn’t even recognize his own voice. “I need you. Now.”
“Yes,” she said again, and he touched and tasted and licked and sucked until she came, hard, in his hands and in his mouth, again and again, and then when he couldn’t stand it any longer, not for one single second more, he plunged into her hot, wet heat and finally, finally, he was where he belonged.
Rose wrapped her arms and legs around him and murmured encouragement, but the heat shimmering in her eyes was all the goad he needed.
“Please. Now,” she said, and he thrust home, again and again, harder and harder, until his cock was harder than it had ever been in his life and he was a heartbeat away from going over the edge.
But he wanted to take her with him. He slowed to an exquisitely careful pace and reached down between them to touch that sensitive bud of nerves that he’d already learned so well.
“Come for me, querida,” he whispered, and she exploded around him; her feminine muscles clenching around his cock as her orgasm took her flying over the edge into ecstasy. Then he shouted her name over and over as he came harder than he’d even known was possible, pumping more and more of his seed into her body, until he thought he might die of pleasure.
They lay on their sides, facing each other, for minutes or hours or maybe years, until both of them could breathe again.
“Now you have to marry me,” he told her seriously. “You might be pregnant with baby Alejandro right at this very minute.”
She started to laugh, which caused her breasts to jiggle so interestingly that his cock took notice and began to get hard again.
“I’m a witch, Alejandro. We don’t get pregnant unless we want to,” she said, her eyes dancing.
“Fair enough. Then marry me because you love me.”
    







 
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