Chapter 26

Then she thought nothing as he grabbed her hips and surged forward, burying as much of his cock inside her as he could. She grunted at the delicious intrusion. Already, she felt full with him and knew he was halfway in—if that. His back stiffened. He cursed, wriggling his hips.

“Always so tight,” he groaned. “God, you’re killing me. You relaxed for me, sugar?”

His gaze was like the darkest syrup, sweetening her, melting her, covering her. She focused on loosening up, letting him in.

He eased back, then surged in again, this time a bit farther. She gasped at his steely penetration, at her pleasure-pain.

“That’s it.” Voice strained, Luc gripped her hips with biting fingers. “Relax. It’s going to feel so good.”

Alyssa sensed he was on the very edge of his control. And she couldn’t wait for him to lose it.

Beneath him, she writhed, lifted up, taking him a fraction deeper. After months without sex, it burned . . . but felt oh so good. No one had ever made her