Loves Redemption Kimberly Terry (i can read books TXT) 📖

body writhed he encouraged her in a voice gone husky and dry. “Come for me,

baby. Let it go and come for me.” He captured one of her breasts and tugged relentlessly on the large globe.

With a cry, Maya did as she was told, the orgasm wild and intense, until finally, her body

slumped against his. “It’s your turn,” she told him weakly, in a husky voice, completely out of breath. His cock ached, still buried in her to the hilt.

“I need you on the floor, baby. I want to go deeper than I ever have. I need to go deeper, until I can’t tell where you leave off, and I begin,” he said in a low, rough voice.

He lowered them both to the carpeted floor beside the bed. His hard body carefully

covered hers, and he devoured her soft lips with his. He released a heart-felt groan as his tongue delved deep into the recesses of her mouth.

“Now!” He shouted, wrenching his mouth from hers. “I need to be inside of you now.

Please,” he gentled his plea.

He lifted her small hips, and surged smoothly back into her tight slick vagina, with a long groan of satisfaction. He paused, winding around every part of her he could possibly reach, before setting a burning cadence, with fierce, sure strokes.

Maya looked up at him as his body blanketed hers. She observed the beauty of his face

through half closed lids, loving the way the two of them came together in perfect symphony, their bodies in one accord striving to reach the ultimate reward together.

His beautifully carved features stood out in stark relief as he concentrated on what they

were doing to one another, the feelings they were generating. The total focus and ecstasy etched on his face gave testimony to the intensity of his feelings.

As he continued to plunge and retreat, going deeper and deeper with each stroke, the

friction forced her to lose focus. Instead, she was caught in the pleasure, the power and heat of his body burning steadily within her.

On and on it went, until the rush finally reached them, gathering in intensity like a

hurricane encompassing everything in its path, leaving them breathless and incoherent in its wake. Depleted, shudders wracked her body as he gathered her close and she felt him empty

deep inside her body.

When Mark caught his breath, he carefully lifted himself away from her, and placed her

on the bed. He walked into the bathroom to retrieve a small damp hand towel from the sink.

When he turned on the small bedside lamp, he was mortified at what he saw.

Her smooth, brown body held evidence of their lovemaking from her beautiful face, to

the creamy skin on her inner thigh.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mark you like this.” He knelt down and gently

wiped away the evidence of their lovemaking on her thigh. “And I shouldn’t have taken you on the floor like that. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I’m okay. I enjoyed every minute of it, you didn’t hurt me.” She sought to reassure him.

“And whatever came over you, came over me too. I loved it,” she took the towel from him, and wiped the soft tip of his penis, still lying thick and heavy in her hands.

Mark turned off the light and lay next to her. He cradled her in his arms, as her head lay

on his chest. He picked up one of her curls and rubbed the lock between his thumb and forefinger absently.

She turned her head to look up into his face in the candlelit room. “What are you thinking

about?” She asked into the comfortable silence of the room.

He looked down at her and kissed her forehead before answering. “When I got back to

the precinct I took the flowers and the card to the lab guys. It’ll be a few days before I hear anything from them.”

When he didn’t immediately say anything else, she waited for him to continue.

“Maya, these flowers aren’t sitting well with me. And not only from the perspective of

not wanting some strange guy sending you flowers. It’s the second time you’ve received these anonymously and it makes me feel uncomfortable.”

“You think there’s a connection between the flowers and the slayer?” She intuitively

guessed his thoughts.

Mark realized that although he didn’t want to voice out loud his thoughts, she was too

intelligent and perceptive not to reason it out for herself.

“Maybe. I’m not sure. But my instincts are telling me yes. Which brings me to another

point.” He wasn’t sure how to give voice to the thoughts that had been swirling in his head throughout most of the day.

“What would you think about moving in with me for a while?” He’d intended to ask her

when he’d arrived at her house, but he’d been side tracked when he’d entered her bedroom.

Now, his thinking a little more clear, he was able to ask the question. When she didn’t respond, he tipped her head up with his finger.

“Did you hear me, baby? What do you think about moving in with me?”

“I heard you. I’m wondering why. Is it for professional or personal reasons?” He felt her

body clench, after she asked the question.

“What I meant was do you think I’m unsafe in my home?” She quickly clarified.

“I don’t like the feeling I’m getting right now sweetheart, I can’t really explain. As for

personal reasons, there is nothing that would make me happier than to have you staying with me, Maya, until we’ve caught this woman,” he said, referring to the serial killer.

Even as he said the words, he knew nothing would make him happier than if she were to

stay with him on a more permanent basis. But he didn’t think she was ready to hear that yet.

“Give me some time, Mark. I love my home, and I hate to have someone scare me away

from it. I’ll have to give it some serious thought.”

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