Page 63 of Wicked Takeover
Blood pounded in his ears. He was so sensitive, he gritted his teeth to keep from bellowing in delight. God, he wanted this woman.
Lauren rode him with true abandon, proving she cared only about this and them, not the outside world. It swirled by with the circling carousel, the vegetation and grassy expanses nothing more than shadowed blurs. He squeezed her breasts, stroked her fluffy curls, and rubbed her clit.
She froze. On a low, lusty moan, she pumped anew.
The bench creaked from their love play. Wind whisked past. Their scents mingled. The soft noises they made blended, creating beautiful night music.
Dante fought against climax. Lauren did, too. She slowed, gulped air, and shivered with indisputable need. Once she’d gained control, she sped up, driving herself and him to the edge.
It neared, as unstoppable as time ticking by.
Their breathing quickened, and the world seemed to stop.
Then they soared and tumbled together, damp with perspiration, their cries in perfect harmony, their strained breaths breaking the silence before floating away into the night.
