Drake Sisters 03 - Oceans of Fire

“ Immediately .”
    Abigail laughed, the sound vibrating right through his heavy erection and sending waves of pleasure rolling through his belly. “I couldn’t possibly marry you until my parents come home. They’d never forgive me.”
    “You’re enjoying the fact that I’m supposed to let you do anything you want to me and I can’t retaliate, aren’t you?” he asked.
    “Oh, yeah,” she said, lifting her head, eyes dancing, her grin wide. “I love this.”
    “I have news for you, baushki-bau , I am feeling quite strong again.”
    She laughed again and flicked her tongue back and forth, hot little licks that sent electricity sizzling through his veins. “I don’t think so.”
    “I do. Come here.” He gripped her waist in strong hands and tugged.
    Abigail made a face at him. “You’re spoiling all my fun.”
    “Not all.” His hand cupped her fiery curls over the black satin. His fingers dipped into soft, moist folds.
    “I don’t think we need this.” He dragged the thong from her body and tossed it somewhere behind him.
    “Straddle me, Abbey. I have to be inside you right now. I can’t wait another day. Not another minute.”
    Abigail circled his neck with her arms, careful not to lean against his bandages as she widened her stance to straddle his thighs and with deliberate slow motion, settled her body over his.
    Aleksandr threw back his head as the pleasure poured over him. She sank down so slow, her sheath, a tight hot fist, her folds velvet soft, gripping him as he pushed his way deeper and deeper inside of her. His breath left his lungs in a gasp of pleasure. Joining with Abigail was unlike anything else. The sweet, hot rush, the addiction of her body, the way she moved in perfect rhythm, no matter how hard, how fast, or how slow he went. He always felt as if he’d crawled inside her skin and found paradise.
    “I love how you always want me, Abbey. Do you have any idea what a gift that is to a man?”
    Her fingers caressed the hair on his neck. “Do you have any idea what a gift it is to have a man look at me the way you do?” She rode his body with a slow, easy glide, covering him inch by slow, excruciating inch, heightening his pleasure, ever careful of his wounds. She rose away from him, gripping with her muscles, creating friction that robbed him of breath.
    “I know what I feel every time you touch me, rebyonak , each time you walk through the door and your eyes light up when you see me.” His hands pinned her hips with unexpected strength, fingers digging into her, holding her still as he thrust hard and deep and fast.

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    Abigail cried out, unable to stop herself, the pleasure bone deep, tightening every muscle in her body. It was always the same with Aleksandr. She started out in control and he took it away with his body filling hers and bringing her such ecstasy she thought she might shatter into a million pieces. He held her still while he began to surge into her with sure hard strokes, her body pulsing around his, melting into intense heat and with mind-numbing, clawing desire ripping through her until she was chanting his name.
    She wanted release. She needed release. She was right there, right on the edge, so close she could feel every muscle tighten in anticipation. In need. But it never quite came. She knew he shouldn’t be exerting so much energy but she found herself pleading with him anyway. He was killing her, forcing her to wait.
    Holding her right on the edge of the precipice.
    “Promise me.”
    “Promise you what?” She could hardly think with her body wound so tight, crying out for release.
    “Sasha! What do you want?” She moved her hips urgently, trying to force him to give her relief.
    “Promise you’ll marry me as soon as your parents return.”
    She was nearly sobbing with pleasure. “You’re killing me. I can’t take any more. I thought you were at death’s door.”
    “You thought wrong.” He moved again, a long slow glide driving deep into her, and pulled back, holding her hips so she couldn’t follow him down. “When your parents come back you will marry me. Say it.”
    “Fine. Anything. I promise. You are such a dictator.” She wasn’t about to tell him her parents wouldn’t be home until her sisters’ double wedding and that was several months away. Her body was shuddering with the need for release and she deliberately tightened her muscles around him