Teagan looked down at herself. With each movement of her body, her small breasts swayed against his hands. She loved the way they looked together—him so big, her so small. She’d never loved her body before that moment. She was flushed and aching.
“Keep watching, csitri.” His voice was a rough, velvet rasp. Sexy. His eyes were hooded and dark with growing hunger. Pure sensuality.
There was something very decadent and forbidden about watching his fingers grasp her nipples, watching them roll and tug, while streaks of fire shot from her breasts straight to her sex. Her muscles clamped down tight around him and her body bathed his shaft in liquid heat. She moaned and licked at her lips, forcing herself to keep her gaze on the erotic sight of his fingers at her nipples. Her hips, of their own volition, began a more urgent pace.
Andre half curled his body so he could pull one breast into his mouth, suckling hard. She cried out, the fire raging hotter. Her blood went thick and molten. Her eyes closed because she could barely stand the pleasure. The fire had begun slow and lazy, but now the temperature was hotter than ever, the burn storming through her like a fireball out of control.
“Watch,” he commanded.
His hand slid down her belly. She watched the path it took. Those fingers, long and strong, thick and clever, sliding in a caress over her skin. She swallowed hard as she watched Andre’s body coming together with hers, as she lifted up and then rode down over his steely spike. The beauty of it nearly brought her to tears. The pleasure of it made her entire body glow with heat, with excitement.
She gasped as his finger homed in immediately to her most sensitive spot. It was shockingly sexy. His other hand moved up her body until his finger was sliding back and forth over her lips.
“Open for me.”
She did immediately, sucking his finger deep into her mouth while she rode him harder and harder, faster and faster, gasping for breath while his other finger stroked her bud right straight into paradise. Her orgasm snuck up on her much faster than she anticipated, roaring through her, leaving her breathless and a little shocked at the intensity when she’d been moving into it so slowly.
She didn’t have time to catch her breath because he rolled her under him and took over, his hips not in the least slow and leisurely, building the tension in her all over again. Suddenly everything was even more amazing. She looked up at his face. His beautiful face. His blue eyes blazed down at her, so intense, so filled with . . . love.
She really couldn’t catch her breath. There it was, all of it, everything she could ever want, right there in the intensity of his blue eyes. Love. For her. Stark. Raw. Fierce.
Teagan reached up and stroked a caress through his hair. “You’re so gorgeous, Andre, and I love you so much.” Sometimes, like that very moment, the way she felt for him crept over her, then grew and grew until she couldn’t contain it. She could barely stand looking into his eyes, his emotions were so close to the surface, so strong they nearly overwhelmed her. How could anyone feel like that about her?
“Keep looking at me, sivamet,” he whispered in his silken tone. “I need to look at you when you give yourself to me.”
She realized he had done that before, rolling her at the last moment to stare down into her eyes. She trailed her fingers down his face and then, as the tension coiled tighter, dropped her hand and let pure feeling take her. Her head tossed on the pillow, but she didn’t look away from him. Her body writhed under his, hips bucking, her fingers digging into his back while her legs wrapped him as tight as she could.
Every inch of her that she could possibly press to him, she did, all the while staring into his eyes. The breath left her lungs, leaving them raw and burning. Still the tension grew, coiling tight deep inside. She needed it now, that wonderful, soaring release, but he didn’t give it to her.
“Andre,” she whispered. “Andre, I can’t take any more.”
Her body clamped down on his, the friction a terrible, perfect thing, but still, she couldn’t quite reach her goal, and those blue eyes didn’t help. Sensual. Hooded. Watching her intently. Pushing her higher than she’d ever been.
“You can,” he said softly, and proceeded to show her he was right.
She wrapped him up tighter. Her legs hooked around his hips and she tipped her body at another angle, to draw him deeper, to get what she wanted. His hands adjusted her more, tilting her hips and then holding her there so the long, thick length of him, ground down over that delicious bundle of nerves, that perfect sweet spot, over and over.
She cried out as she felt her body slip out of control. She felt that moment when her muscles gripped him in a velvet vise and strangled, determined to get what it needed from him. She couldn’t look away from the blue of his eyes.
Possession. Satisfaction. Love. Lust. And then his own release overtook him, and her eyes widened at the sheer beauty of it. She’d given that to him. Just what he gave her, she gave to him.
Teagan closed her eyes to savor the expression in his eyes, to burn it into her memory. “I don’t know how I got so lucky,” she murmured against his shoulder as he collapsed over her, burying his face in her neck. “My miracle.”
He let her take his crushing weight just for a few moments, his face against her neck, her arms around him, his cock deep inside of her. It didn’t matter that she could barely breathe, he gave her that moment and it was important to her.
“Teagan.”
A shiver went down her spine and she blinked back tears.
“You are my miracle, Teagan. I am more than pleased that I am yours.”