HeroRevealed by Anna Alexander Read Free Book Online

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    “I love the way you say my name,” he moaned and the sound
vibrated against her clit. “Come for me, alskata . Let me taste you come.”
    Two fingers thrust deep and rubbed the spot inside that
hurtled her off the precipice. The wave rolled up her body and exploded out the
top of her head. Her vision blurred, only to clear when she felt the head of
his latex-covered cock nudge her opening.
    The last of her breath rushed out at the sight of the savage
expression on his face. His eyes narrowed with purpose and the skin over his
cheeks drew tight as the unrelenting grip on her hips readied her for his
possession. Gone was the playful lover and in his place was an aroused man with
only one thought on his mind. Fuck his woman.
    His first thrust drew a scream, a sharp, high-pitched wail
that robbed her of her ability to think. She was incapable of doing anything
more than thrashing and whimpering under the onslaught of pleasure. The
intensity in his set jaw and compressed lips held her captivated as he rocked
the table with deep lunges.
    “Put your hands over your head. Yes,” he grunted when she
complied. “Grab the edge of the table. Show your body to me.”
    His pupils dilated so wide only a thin, glowing green ring
of iris remained. How wanton must she look with her legs splayed wide and his
thick cock splitting her in two? Her bouncing breasts hung out of the torn cups
of her bra, yet she didn’t feel embarrassed as his cock swelled and sweat
poured down to where their bodies joined. She was a willing vessel of
gluttonous sexual need and he was rocketing her to a high she knew would become
addictive.
    His grunts and moans turned into mumbled words she didn’t
understand. The cadence was beautiful and she felt a warmth bloom in the center
of her chest, growing and spreading like warm honey down her limbs to her
tightening sheath. He placed his palm over her heart as his fingers cupped her
breast, kneading her flesh while his chant grew stronger.
    It was too much. Every blood vessel was going to rupture
under the pressure, and her heart was going to pound right out of her chest and
into his hand.
    His head dropped back and his face slackened as his shaft
jerked with his release, yet his hips continued with the relentless, driving
rhythm and he demanded, “Take all of me and give me all of you.”
    He wasn’t talking about her orgasm or her body. He wanted
her soul.
    Shock slammed into her at the same time she burst into a
million fragments of light and sparks. An invisible rope coiled around them,
binding them together as one unit, one heartbeat, one soul. As her pussy
rippled in orgasm around his shaft, a tiny shred of self-preservation kicked in
and tethered her to reality. She might have flipped a definitive middle finger
to caution, but the dream was going to come to an end. He owned her pleasure,
but her heart would remain firmly in her keeping.
    With a final cry, he fell forward, blanketing her with his
heat. He nuzzled the skin under her ear and murmured, “I knew it would be like
this with you. Exactly like this.” His small chuckle made her think there was a
joke in there somewhere, but her brain was too scrambled to begin to guess what
it was.
    “I think you’ve killed me,” she whispered, running her hands
down his spine, hesitant to break the connection though she knew she should.
    His deep laugh vibrated down to his cock that was still hard
inside her. “Then they can bury me beside you. Come, let me take proper care of
you.”
    He carried her to the bedroom and pulled back the covers on
her bed with one hand. Goose bumps erupted over her skin when her back hit the
cool sheets until he climbed in next to her and took away the chill. He pulled
the comforter up to her chin and wrapped her in his arms. In seconds, he was
fast asleep.
    The dark crescent of his lashes looked incredibly long on
his cheeks and drew attention to the dark circles under his eyes. She hadn’t
forgotten he had been ill