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Wedding Party Collection: Don't Tell The Bride: What the Bride Didn't Know / Black Widow Bride / His Valentine Bride. Kelly HunterЧитать онлайн книгу.

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and set his mouth to her again.

      She couldn’t stop watching him and he kept his eyes on her, right up until his fingers joined the party and exposed her even more.

      And then his lips were back on her scars and his cheek felt soft against them as he explored them with exactly the same attention as he’d given to the rest of her.

      ‘You don’t ever need to hide these from me,’ he muttered, while his fingers continued to work their magic, rendering her slick and ready for him. ‘I’ve seen them. I’ve watched you fight against them, get angry at them, despair of them but those are your emotions, not mine. These marks on your skin are a part of you now and I love them. I love you.’

      He eased back up the bed until they were face-to-face again.

      ‘Say it,’ he demanded softly. ‘Say, “Trig loves all of me and always will and I will never doubt it”.’

      ‘Trig loves me,’ she whispered.

      ‘Louder.’

      ‘Trig loves me,’ she said more firmly.

      ‘Again.’

      ‘You love me. Now would you mind showing me?’

      ‘Been showing you for years.’

      He eased onto his back, his gaze intent, willing her to follow, and she went with him, hands to his chest as she straddled him. Damn but he was built. She wasn’t going to break him, that was for sure. She wondered how careful he had to be when it came to not breaking her.

      ‘Take your time,’ he muttered. ‘There’s no rush.’

      ‘That’s good.’ Because she wasn’t in any hurry.

      She started at his shoulders, touching and tasting, not skimming as she moved down his torso and learned the way his muscles ran and bunched. She put her hand over his and learned the rhythms he liked, the little flick of his thumb at the top of each stroke, and eventually she wet her lips and took him in her mouth, just the tip and took his curse as a benediction.

      His hand fell away and she took him in deeper, feeling the stretch in her lips because he was beautifully proportioned all over and wasn’t exactly small. She tried to take a little more but ended up pulling off him with a loud pop. ‘Damn but you’d think I’d remember that,’ she offered. ‘Not to mention what I used to do with it because right now I’m guessing that deep throating you is out unless I’m a hell of a lot more practised at this than I appear to be.’

      Trig groaned and hooked his hands beneath her armpits and the next minute he was kissing her again and surging against her, not inside her, not yet, but doing a mighty fine job of jutting up against her sweet spot regardless.

      He had a thing about her hair, winding his hands in it as he grasped her head and deepened the kiss. He had a thing for wrapping his arms around her, one hand between her shoulder blades and the other palming her buttocks. He had a thing about kisses, deep and dirty.

      Finally, she sat up and took him in hand and positioned him at her entrance. He put his hands to her hips and bit his lower lip, his eyes a hot glitter as he gave a little push.

      Lena gasped. Trig stopped, closed his eyes and breathed.

      She pitched forward, skin against skin, as much as she could. ‘Kiss me through it,’ she whispered against his lips, and he did, until he was embedded all the way inside her.

      ‘You okay?’ he asked.

      ‘I will be.’

      ‘You sure?’

      ‘You know me. I love a good challenge.’

      ‘You’re not exactly reassuring me here, Lena.’

      ‘You don’t need reassuring—we’ve done this before.’ She moved, a slow slide, a little pitch from side to side. He controlled her with his hands at her waist, lifting until she was almost off him, before sliding slowly back into her.

      This time they both groaned.

      He kept the pace slow and the rhythm easy. ‘You’re holding back on me, aren’t you?’ she whispered. ‘I thought you said you were all in?’

      ‘I am all in. Which is why I’m holding back on you.’

      The man had a point. ‘Doesn’t seem exactly fair.’

      ‘I’m good,’ he said. ‘Any gooder and I’ll be gone.’

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