Page 166 of The Defiant Curse

In fact, she worked him harder.

Elizabeth loved nothing more than to push Ethan from his comfort zone and into this free-for-all of pleasure.

Ethan opened his eyes and shared what was about to happen if she didn’t cut him a break.

“I’m about to cum,” he muttered. “I need to cum,” he corrected.

Oh, she wanted that.

Seeing Ethan lose control was always a thing of beauty. Him sharing that reaction to her touch healed even more in Elizabeth.

The desperation in his voice was addictive, and she wanted to hear more and more.

The whimper from deep within his chest called to her, and it made Elizabeth want to do one thing.

Make him lose control.

When he could barely speak, she roughly squeezed his balls, sending a wave of pleasure tearing through him.

In that field of flowers, she shoved him off of the edge, just to watch him take that tumble.

And he did.

Ethan was done.

He.

Fell.

Hard.

It sent so much pleasure through his body that there was no way he wasn’t cumming.

Blackhawk lost control.

“I’m cumming!” he shouted.

And he certainly did.

When he exploded, his body spasmed, and she swallowed wave after wave of heat.

The whole time, he bowed in so much pleasure.

God.

Watching him lose control was so sexy. Now, Elizabeth was wet. The bottom line was that she needed this man more than anything else at that moment.

Her salvation was here, and she was going to enjoy the way they came together in that field of flowers.

Trust and believe.

As he floated through the pleasure, he somehow was able to open his eyes, and when he did, she was smiling down at him.

That made his heart hitch in his chest.

“I love you.”

Oh, she didn’t doubt that. Through it all, that was a constant in her world. While they might have issues, and an occasional fight, there was no doubt Ethan cherished her.