“You bewitch me, Fiona. You have from the second I saw you.”
He took off his pants and briefs and stepped out of them. Fiona’s gaze went to the hard length of him. He was beautiful to her. Together, they went to the mattress, lying down side by side, his erection pressing against her thigh.
He kissed her. Lifting his hand, he cupped her cheek and stroked her skin with his fingers while he stroked her with his tongue. It was a beautiful, beguiling kiss. One that made her breathless.
Fiona moaned into his mouth and trailed her hand down his body. She took his c*ck in her hand and stroked it with firm strokes until he gasped aloud. She rolled him over and lay on top of him, eager for him. Pressing kisses to his chin and neck, she trailed her tongue over his pulse points and up to the lobe of his ear. She sucked it into her mouth while she continued to caress him.
“I’m hungry for you.”
Straddling him, she moved down his body. He was rock hard in her hand again as she lowered herself. Inch by exquisite inch, he filled her up. She held him still within her, as she rubbed her hands up and down his chest, enjoying the way his hard muscles felt under her palms.
Watching his face, she contracted the muscles of her sex, squeezing him tightly within her velvet walls. She marveled over every flicker and grimace of emotion that flashed over his sexy, handsome face. His eyes were as black as pitch as his gaze stayed on her.
He reached up and molded her br**sts in his hands, squeezing and flicking his thumbs over her ni**les. Fiona arched her back as waves of pleasure swept over her. She began to move up and down on him, squeezing her muscles with every movement.
When she quickened her pace, his beautiful face contorted with strain. She could tell that he struggled for control. That he was quickly losing it as she took him up and over. Who knew she possessed such power over a man like him?
Hector moved one hand down to where they joined. He circled his fingers over her, finding her cl*t with expert ease. He stroked it firmly, pushing her toward another intense cl**ax.
Fiona grabbed hold of his shoulders as she moved faster, harder, propelling them both to the edge. As the first peak of release swelled inside, she dug her nails into his flesh. Moaning in pure pleasure, she pushed down on him, filling herself completely with his hot male flesh.
He pressed one more time on her pleasure center and sent her spiraling over the edge. She collapsed forward over his body, pressing her face into the crook of his neck, and held on as she spun down into ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, and with one final thrust, he reached his own release.
“Dios. Dios,” he murmured as he ran his hands up and down her back, squeezing her tight.
When she could finally breathe, Fiona raised her head and looked into Hector’s face. His eyes were closed, but he was grinning. It made her smile, and she traced her fingers over his lips. He kissed the tips of each one.
“Are we still alive?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah,” she chuckled, and pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth. “We are very alive.” She snuggled down into the crook of his arm and rested her head on his chest. His arm came up around her and pulled her close.
She played a finger through his chest hair, and listened to his heart. It was beating hard, as was hers. They were in synch. Fiona was a firm believer in harmony. And she believed that despite all the little mishaps that had happened to keep them apart, fate had finally aligned just for them.
“I will start looking for a new place tomorrow,” she said as she circled a finger over his chest.
“In Necropolis, I hope.”
“Yes.”
Hector pressed a kiss to her forehead, and murmured against her skin, “Need some help? Surprisingly, I have a great eye for real estate.”
“I’d love some—for now and forever.”