Page 70 of Craig

He suckled slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. He wanted the taste of her branded on his tongue.

Parting the robe, he slid it off her shoulders, until she was naked, her skin rubbing against his shirt. He wanted them skin to skin.

But he did not want her having second thoughts or coming to her senses.

Lifting his head, his eyes on hers, he eased his body a little to fight with the shirt. Tossing it to the floor, he lowered himself and rubbed his body over hers.

The hairs on his chest grazed the sensitive nipples and sent fresh fire coursing through her blood. She was about to combust.

The sensation was exquisitely painful.

She gripped the bunched muscles of his arms as he slid down, lips trailing over her stomach. She was trembling, near to tears as sensation after sensation rocked her and held her in its control.

She couldn't breathe; it was becoming impossible to even think.

His tongue dipped into her navel and had her crying out in shock. Her fingers sought purchase on the quilt, her body vibrating.

When he ventured further down, the tears leaked from her eyes.

Craig inhaled her musky scent and thought he was just going insane. He used his tongue and teeth to drive her wild.

When he slipped his tongue into her, the release came viciously, tearing her to pieces. Her world not only tilted, but it also shattered.

She couldn't feel anything else. His name was on her lips, a prayer, a demand, a plea.

When she drifted down, he covered her body with his, slipping inside her with ease, going in deep. Lacing his fingers through hers, he held her gaze, his face darkly intense, his eyes fierce.

"I love you," he told her roughly, his lips brushing hers. "I love you."

He kissed the sides of her lips.

When he started moving, she had no choice. With her eyes locked on his, she gave herself up to the pleasure that only he could give her.

Within minutes, she was going up again, her world turning inside out. Her hands clutched his shoulders, her body arching, surrendering, seeking, and reaching for what only he could give her.

They crested together, bodies clinging, hearts pounding. He captured her moans as he emptied himself inside her.

Even after, he continued to kiss her, his body shuddering, his heart and mind shattered.

It took a minute before he could move. Belatedly realizing that he was probably crushing her, he eased away slowly.

When she stirred and would have moved away, he stopped her, arms wrapping around her.

"No," he whispered, his hold tightening. She didn't say anything.

Couldn't. Words failed her and her throat was raw.

She curled against him, her heart beating in irregular beats. Her skin was still tingling.

He had destroyed her completely. Her mind was racing and going nowhere.

She could still feel him deep inside her.

He stroked her back, his long fingers gliding soothingly over her skin. He felt the after tremors and the wetness of her tears on his flesh.

It moved him beyond comprehension. He didn't say anything; he knew she was not ready for words, and besides, he had already said them.

Regina curled her fingers on his chest and closed her eyes, her heart shattering even more when he kissed her forehead softly, every now and again. He moved her; he was the first person who ever had.