Page 66 of A Rogue to Forget

Once again, he took her by the hips and began driving in and out.

“Tell me how you feel,” Henry urged. “Am I hurting you?” His voice was deep and gravelly.

Hannah looked over her shoulder to see that he held back, the muscles of his neck and shoulders tense.

“I want more. It feels wonderful.” She clutched the bedding in expectation and Hannah was not disappointed in the least.

With each thrust, Henry seemed to drive deeper. The sounds of skin against skin were so erotic to her ears that she could not keep from allowing passion to overtake.

“Yes! Ahhh!” Her cries floated overhead, mixing with Henry’s grunts as he continued to take her so hard that the bed rocked beneath them.

Minutes later, Hannah collapsed onto the bed, and Henry covered her, wrapping his arms around her body as he continued to plunge into her, all control lost.

First to climax, Hannah’s body shattered, stars forming in the darkness floating around as she lost control.

Still Henry continued, his body seeming to have a mind of its own, not allowing that he stop until the ultimate climax. He plunged into her pliant body, bringing her back to reality. But all she could do was enjoy the moment, her body too weak from her own release to move.

His rod was still hard, body tense, and suddenly, he shuddered with a husky cry as he spilled.

They lay joined for a long moment, both struggling to regain their breath. Basking in the intimacy and beauty of the moment, Hannah took Henry’s hand and lifted it to her lips.

The kiss on the back of his hand almost brought tears to her eyes. She could not imagine loving anyone more than the man she lay with.