Chapter 33

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Abe trailed kisses along Freya’s inner thighs. Her taste and scent overwhelmed him, narrowing his world to this moment, this woman.

He prided himself on his skill as a lover, but with Freya, everything felt heightened. The connection between them elevated each sensation beyond anything he had ever experienced before. It was fucking intoxicating.

Could he ever get enough of her?

Freya lay beneath him, catching her breath, her chest still rising and falling in a rapid beat as she descended to earth. He moved up, covering her frame with his own.

His erection throbbed, iron hard. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her.

Rising to his knees, he retrieved a condom from his discarded pants. Freya’s slim fingers helped roll it on, stroking the length of his inflamed cock. He gritted his teeth, as sensation tumbled through him at her touch, tearing at his precarious control.

This woman.

He leaned forward, capturing her chin and claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Then he shifted, pinning her beneath him as he rubbed the engorged head of his cock through her damp folds, letting her heat envelop him.

His arms trembled. It took everything he had to take it slow the way he wanted. This wasn’t just about him. It wasn’t about a quick hit. This mattered . “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I want this too, Abe.” She pulled him down and kissed him hungrily. All traces of the buttoned-up woman vanished.

Wild, reckless energy consumed him. Too much.

As he nudged her entrance, her groan ignited something darkly primal within him. He notched his hips upward as he pressed forward slowly with a hissing breath, allowing her body to adjust to his size.

Freya gasped, her hands gliding down his sides before coming to rest on his backside, urging him deeper, to take possession of her.

“I can feel you. I want all of you, Abe.”

Her eyes were hazed with desire, lips swollen from his kisses. She was the sexiest thing he had ever laid eyes on. He committed the look on her face to his memory, tucking it away for later when events no longer forced them together.

What would become of them then?

Though part of him resisted his growing feelings, a deeper, more honest part recognized the futility of denial. His heart had already decided.

Cupping the sweet curve of her ass, Abe began to move. He thrust hard, eliciting a cry as he thrust deep inside her. His control hung by a thread, the alpha animal within him straining to break free. Freya locked her legs around his hips, drawing him closer as the pleasure between them blazed through both their bodies.

Her body clasped him, shredding his restraint, but he fought back, determined to see her come undone first, to know that he was the one who could make her feel.

Gritting his teeth against the pleasure clawing for release at the base of his spine, he directed his focus to her pleasure alone. Always Freya.

Her back bowed, hips meeting his, wringing every sensation from his body until he was sure he’d shatter.

Abe slid his hand between them, over the swell of her belly, easily finding the swollen bud of her clit. He grazed his thumb over it, driving her relentlessly as sweat sheened her skin.

Her head jerked back, exposing the creamy column of her throat. He leaned in, kissing her neck, nipping the sensitive skin between his teeth. Freya groaned as her body bucked, her orgasm surging through her.

It was all he needed.

He plunged deep, losing and finding himself all at once. Her nails raked his back, the sharp sting heightening his pleasure as with one last feral thrust, he emptied himself into her, her name an awed whisper on his lips.

Reality struck him with breath-taking clarity in the perfect moment of connection. Of synergy.

His life would never be the same. This woman had become his world, and he would do anything for her, whatever she needed or wanted, for as long as she would have him.