Page 125 of How To Tempt A Bodyguard

He sealed his mouth over her and sucked, his tongue working in relentless strokes. One finger slid inside her, then two, curling to find the spot that made stars burst behind her eyes.

She was climbing fast, the pressure coiling tighter, her whole body straining toward the climax—

He pulled back.

"No!" The protest came out ragged, almost a sob. "Why?"

"Because I want to be inside you when you spend." He rose over her, blocking out the lamplight, and she felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance. "Want to feel this cunt squeezing me when you come."

"Then do it. Please—"

He pushed into her slowly. Inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of him, the stretch and the fullness and the impossible heat. She gripped his arms, fingers digging into muscle, and made herself breathe through it.

When he was fully seated, he stilled. His jaw was clenched, the cords of his neck standing out, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back.

When he spoke, his voice was low and raw.

"I love you."

His thumb stroked her cheek.

"I love you too." The tears came without warning, sliding down into her hair. "I love you, Matthew."

"Then take all of me." He pulled back and thrust deep, and she gasped. "Everything I've got. It's yours."

He began to move. Long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, deeper, urging him on with her heels against his back.

"That's it." His voice was ragged. "Take me."

"Harder."

He snapped his hips, driving the breath from her lungs. "Like that?"

"Yes—"

He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust pushing her further up the bed, but his hands stayed gentle on her face, her hair, her shoulders. The contrast was delicious: the brutal force of his hips, the tender sweep of his fingers.

"Who does this belong to?" He ground against her, and she whimpered. "This cunt. Who does it belong to?"

"You."

"And who do you belong to?"

"You. Always you."

"Aye." He thrust harder. "And I belong to you. Understand? I'm yours, Florence. All of me."

His hand slipped between them, thumb finding the swollen bud of her pleasure and circling. The sensation shot through her like lightning.

"Come for me." His voice was strained, his rhythm growing erratic. "Want to feel you. Want to watch you fall apart."

"I'm close—"

"I know. Can feel you tightening." His thumb pressed harder. "Give it to me, Flo."

She shattered.

The orgasm crashed through her in waves, her body clenching around him, his name tearing from her throat. She heard him groan, felt him bury himself deep one last time before he shuddered and spilled inside her, his release pulsing hot.