His Abductor's Desire by Harper St. George Read Free Book Online

him.
    His tongue plundered her relentlessly, until she was writhing beneath him yet again. Before she realized what was happening, she felt the pleasure tightening within her and her body began to tremble.
    “Not yet,” Brent ordered and moved away from her.
    Charity did cry out then as he left her just short of fulfillment. However, it was a small consolation when she saw he had only moved to sit back on his knees to fully unfasten his pants. The moment his erection sprang free he moved over her with single-minded determination. She gasped when his hardness brushed intimately against her, sending a pulse of pleasure straight to her core. Before she had completely recovered from the unexpected sensation, he aligned himself with her opening and plunged upward with one deep stroke.
    The cry of pain that filled the cabin was unmistakable.
    Brent froze. “You’re a virgin!” Clearly her virginity had not been expected.
    “Yes,” she whispered, eyes closed against the warmth of his shoulder.
    He mumbled something but Charity felt the words more than she actually heard them. Resting on one forearm above her, Brent’s other hand gently kneaded her hip, the chain resting heavily between them, and worked its way up to her breast. His lips reined soft kisses on the path from her ear to her cheekbone before finding her mouth. When she responded to him and kissed him back, his hand went back down to guide her leg around his hip.
    She moaned softly and felt the stirrings of her previous arousal coming back to life.
    Sensing the change in her, Brent turned his head, trailing moist kisses along her cheek until his lips reached the shell of her ear. “Are you all right, darling?”
    “Mmm,” was all she could manage but it was enough.
    He withdrew maybe an inch, no more, and slowly sank back into her. Charity bucked in response to the unexpected sensation of pleasure when his rigid length stroked against a particularly sensitive spot within her. The pain lingered but only slightly and when he withdrew almost completely only to push home again, the gratification far outweighed the hurt. On the next stroke, her hips rose to meet his.
    Brent’s own masculine groan broke through her haze and emboldened her to open her eyes and meet his gaze. He looked back at her with such intensity and tenderness it left her awestruck. Her fingers tangled in his hair to bring his mouth down to hers. Whether she should have avoided a kiss, she didn’t know, but the closeness, the intimacy, was what she needed. Whether she admitted it to herself or not, she craved that from him even more than the sex.
    As they kissed, her hands moved to his shoulders and she realized for the first time that he was slightly shaking in his effort to hold back.
    She broke the kiss to whisper, “Don’t hold back. I need you.”
    He groaned and buried his face in her neck as he began to thrust into her with unrestrained enthusiasm. Charity was unprepared for the way her body responded immediately to the intensity of his arousal. She suddenly wanted him deeper, even though that seemed impossible, and brought her knees up to open herself wider for him. He grabbed her thighs and showed her how to put them high around his back and they both cried out at the new level of pleasure that brought them.
    The rhythmic sound of the bed squeaking filled the cabin and she became faintly aware of what an embarrassing and yet completely provocative sound it was, before she had no more conscious thoughts. For one blissful moment she became a creature of pleasure and sensation, lost in the intoxication of him pumping inside her as her sex gripped him and the pressure of her orgasm built. Her hands sought and found his buttocks, leaving fingernail markings with each pump of his hips.
    “Come for me, darling.” His voice was harsh and almost unintelligible against her skin but it was enough to help her reach the peak. She cried out her pleasure as her muscles contracted around him,