Today’s post is from my current WIP Ravishing Helene, the third book in the Guardians of Atlantis series! Coming soon!
Something inside her began to crumble, like window with a spider-web break that spreads slow and steady, cracking and creaking and coming apart. What he did to her just then shattered her, made her surrender. In that one instance when he slid inside her, pulled away and then slid back inside her again with a slow, deliberate thrust, she looked into those dark eyes of his…
…and melted. An intense spark of desire sparked there in the depths of his eyes. All the rage inside her died. All the depression dissipated. For the first time in a long while, everything was right in her world. Everything was perfect. His pace was unhurried, calculated, sensual.
Nothing else mattered around them. Not Franco. Not Otes. Not the guardians. Not the human women who were hidden in the lab. All that mattered was her and Raven in that moment.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as his hand slackened on her wrists. She wrapped her arms around him, her hands pressing into his big, muscular back and pulling him down to her. Their lips met but not in the ferocious kiss as before. This was not the cruel ravishment he’d done before. This was something heart-rendering tender. Something that would be forever burned in her mind. Something that she would never forget for the rest of her days.
He kissed her as though he whispered a secret with all the tenderness he possessed. His tongue traced the curve of her lips, tasted the tip of her tongue. It sent spirals of ecstasy through her, warming her, spinning out of control until she could no longer contain the emotion that she’d held back for so long. The dam had broken and the flood had come. A flood of tears.
