His kiss was gentle, a soft touch that confirmed her belief. I can love you. Did he? Really? How? Why? When?
Her hands shook when she slid them over his shoulders, held him. She took his weight, gladly accepted its presence. Light, so light it lifted the rest away.
He rocked his hips to glide out then back into her, a smooth motion that rippled through her in a wave of heat. God. His gaze burned her when he lifted his head, everything pouring unchecked from them. Dark yet bright, she saw his desire and pain, fear and devotion. She saw love and wanted it so badly her heart clenched with the ache.
“Then do,” she whispered as he moved within her. He jerked, a hard snap that ended with a smack of skin on skin. Her cry flew out on reflex, the pleasure firing sharp and wanting. “More.”
He complied, thrusting into her with the strength of his powerful thighs and ass. He took her with increasingly harder strokes, driving deep. She clutched at his shoulders and pulled him down to capture his warmth.
“Jacqui.” Her name came out like a plea, a desperate note she understood. Felt.
He ground his forehead into her collarbone, back arching. His hips slowed, the pace grinding down to a moderate lunge. She tried to catch her breath, her attention focused on the sensation of his dick sliding over her sensitive inner walls. She clenched around him, savored his rumbled groan.
Her smile broke across her lips. She still had power, even prone and begging beneath him. The dynamic thrilled and excited her more. Drove her higher.
She gripped his ass, a cheek in each hand, and dug her fingers into the hard flesh as she ground against him. His head snapped up, eyes burning hers as she rolled her clit over him, sought her climax with a greed that seared her.
There. There it was. Building tense and rough in her groin.
With a sudden heave, Henrik sat up. He hitched her closer, pushed her legs up, hips working his thickness in and out of her in shallow thrusts as he watched. The image was so damn hot. So primal she could only stare and feel. She was exposed to him, every secret part open to him—literally and figuratively. And she didn’t care.
Sweat clung to her chest, dampened her palms, her flesh a heated mass of cresting desire. His abs rippled and flexed with each rock of his hips in a show of strength that reached in to clench around her heart.
Desperate, wanting, she found her swollen, hard clit and rubbed it. Shadows played over his face and body, adding an intimate touch that bordered on evil. Good and bad. Hard and soft.
His groan rushed over her to peak her nipples and dance on her skin as he drove harder. His hands were clamps on her calves and he pushed them wider in order to sink deeper.
“Yes.” The confirmation bled out of her on a wave of breath she barely heard. Blood roared in her ears, bound with her racing heart and the wall of ecstasy crashing around her.
Her orgasm lurched her forward, abdominals clenching as he hammered into her, her finger rubbing madly on her clit.
“Yes.” The repeated cry was wrenched from her dry throat, torn forward by the raging force of passion that exploded from her core. Wave after wave of pulsing sensation that flattened her to the mattress and sucked the air from her lungs.
She floated in the dark wave of euphoria, heart pounding its allegro beat to crash in her ears. Steady, fast, filled with promise.
Her legs were lowered, her hand slipping to the side to land on the bed. Henrik dropped over her, his warmth covering her heated skin, his hard thickness still stretching her. Full. So full and sated.
With her eyes still closed, she forced her hands to smooth up his back, caress his skin and absorb his strength. The power he’d contained yet unleashed with care.
Slowly she noted the tension in his muscles, the slight quivering that raced through his shoulders, the strain of his stiff hold where he hovered above her. She opened her eyes, confused and concerned to see his clenched jaw, perspiration wetting the hair that draped across his brow.
Then she remembered her words spoken in a heated dare what seemed like hours ago. Yet he’d listened, followed and had given her what she’d forgotten about.
Amazement meshed with tenderness and that strange, heady rush she’d yet to define.