Authors: Em Petrova
Trail of Lust (21 page)
A smile spread across her soul at his former nickname for her. It reminded her of their roots and how far they'd come. She curled a hand around his nape and drew him down to brush her lips against his. Very quickly. The tender kiss wasn't enough. She angled her head and sent her tongue into his mouth.
He groaned and locked her to him, his cock lengthening beneath her. She wiggled seductively. That was all it took.
With a growl, he had her skirts up and his cock positioned at the quick of her. She faced him, arms around him as she sank over his shaft. She felt each ridge and vein in the pit of her belly. Heat climbed her core. Her button pulsated, and she slipped forward, grinding it against his body even as she took him deeper.
He swallowed her moan with his kiss, tongue stroking the walls of her mouth. He lifted her and let her fall, driving her toward the end she'd once never suspected could exist. She'd been that naive girl, and now she was the wife of a Hollis man.
Little squeaks erupted from her throat, and he rumbled his answer, plunging into her body again and again. When he reached between their bodies and pressed on her neediest spot with his big forefinger, she cried out.
He pressed on her core, stroking expertly as he plunged into her body, splitting her. She hungered for his liquid heat filling her. He opened his eyes, and she got a glimpse of the smoldering passion he held for her. Suddenly, she pulsated, contracting around him, milking his length. The flames spread through her, and she launched upward once more.
Sliding into her with hard and precise movements, he expertly located the spot on her inner wall she hadn't known she had until he came along.
"God, baby, I can't hold back!” He pumped hard and then stiffened. She tipped over the edge of the world once more, riding on his sea of release and her own love for him. Her juices mixed with his. Each plunge drew them closer until she felt their souls could no longer be separate.
He cradled her against him as the last sensations ripped through her. She collapsed in his arms, sleepy and energized all at once.
With long, sweeping passes of his hand, he stroked her back. She leaned her head against his shoulder and let her breathing slow. When she felt his lips on the soft skin behind her ear, she roused.
"Ready to go outside and join the revelry, Mrs. Hollis?"
She smiled against his shoulder. “Only if you'll take me for a spin to that music playing."
"You're in luck. I might remember how to dance, though it's been a long time since I tried.” He stared into her eyes, the depths glittering with love. “You make me want to be the man I forgot I was, Kathleen."
She pressed her lips to his, letting the complete joy hang inside her like smoke in a bottle. “It all started with a moonlit walk."
"Now it's time to start our life, my love."
Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and two feral kittens and pays too damn much for utilities. But seeing her sexy husband tromp out back with a chainsaw in hand is well worth the frustration of living miles from a mall. She adores writing sex scenes and anything paranormal. When she has the opportunity to mix the two, she's in her element. You can learn more about her smutty reads at www.empetrova.com.
