Drake Sisters 03 - Oceans of Fire

a hoarse moan escaped before he could stop it. “Again,” he ordered, his voice unrecognizable. “Do that again.”
    He swore she laughed. Sensations rippled through him and need clawed at his gut and tightened his groin until he was certain he would explode. He took a deep controlling breath and pulled back, wanting the haven of her body again. He dragged her head back and caught her around the waist, lifting her.
    “Straddle me.”
    Abigail widened her thighs and settled over him with a slow, seductive wiggle that sent deep shudders of pleasure through his body. She was hot, hotter than he’d ever known her to be, so tight he had to work through the velvet soft folds, and each push sent a roaring through his head and tightened the knots in his stomach. His fingers bit into her waist and he began to force her body to ride him hard and fast, setting the brutal rhythm with his surging hips. Her muscles convulsed around his almost immediately. She cried out, her head back, long hair brushing his thighs.
    He slammed into her, driving deeper, that edgy need claiming him, taking him over, as she arched back, giving him better access to her most sensitive spot. Her muscles clamped down on him like a vise; liquid heat surrounded him. His entire body felt the building hunger, a painful contraction of every muscle, waiting, anticipating.
    She climaxed again, so hard this time her body shuddered and her small muscles gripped him like a hot fist, milking him dry, taking everything from him until there was no choice but to lose his control and empty himself into her.
    Abigail collapsed over him, her head on his shoulder, her hair everywhere in a wild tangle of red silk.
    Her breath came in the same rasping gasps as his did. He could feel her heart pounding through her soft skin. Aleksandr brought up his arms to enclose her, to wrap her tightly against him. “I need to hear you say it, Abbey.”
    “I just showed you.” She licked his throat, a small flick of her tongue.
    He was enjoying the aftershocks rippling through her body and that little flick only heightened his pleasure. His fingers shoved her hair aside. “I still want to hear you say it.”
    “You’re so greedy. You want everything.”
    He loved that drowsy, sexy note in her voice as she teased him. He reached down and pulled the comforter over their bodies. This was how he remembered so many nights with her. Making love so many times, so many ways they were both exhausted and covered in sex and each other. Neither could move. Neither wanted to move. They could only lay wrapped in each other’s arms trying to find a way to breathe and calm their pounding hearts.

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    “Say it,” he insisted. “I tell you all the time. I think there should be a rule you have to tell me at least once every time we make love.”
    “Then you’d be spoiled.“ Her eyes were closed. He could see the dark fringe of lashes on her cheek and the faint smile curving her mouth.
    “I need to be spoiled.”
    She yawned and snuggled closer to him. “I love you very much, Sasha.”
    Satisfaction swept through him. He held her to him, feeling the rise and fall of her breasts against his chest. His body had slipped from hers, but he lay snug in her nest of curls. He shifted her gently until she was on her side with him curled around her, his favorite position to sleep. And he knew he would sleep.
    She’d managed to calm his mind and soothe whatever demons had held him in their grip.
    He held her to him, listening to her breathe. When she was almost asleep he whispered into her ear, “If I touch you again, will you come alive for me? Will you let me have you, Abbey?” He slid his hand between her thighs and cupped her feminine mound. “As tired as you are, will you still give yourself to me?”
    She turned her head toward him, smiling, her green eyes looking straight into his. She reached behind her with one hand to cup his neck, to arch back and find his mouth with hers, kissing him with every bit of passion and hunger and surrender she’d shown earlier. “Do you think anything has changed in ten minutes?”
    She was laughing at him. He bit down on her lower lip, tugged for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. “Go to sleep.”
    “Will you be able to sleep?”
    “Yes.”
    “If you wake up in the middle of the night…”
    “I already know exactly how I’ll wake