sensation, in need, and Chase was her anchor. He held her, grounded her, and pushed her past the limit of restraint as he took her in hard, demanding strokes. Some internal barrier was battered down and she went liquid under him, feeling the completeness of her surrender. Her body was his to take. She was his to take.
"Chase." She wasn't sure if she actually said his name or only thought it before the pleasure took her like a storm. The intensity stole her breath and seized her muscles, leaving her helpless and unable to move while Chase continued to surge inside her. She felt his shaft grow even more engorged as he started to come, then a hot, liquid rush thatsent her off on another crashing wave of sensation and an orgasm so violent, it was almost painful.
It was so primal, so basic. His body on hers. His seed filling her. His strength holding her, the heat and need between them holding him just as surely. She jerked and twisted underneath him, and he rode her down, bringing them both through the eye of the hurricane and finally coming back to rest together.
Chase stayed on top of Rachel for what seemed like eternity, his body heavy with release. He was still buried in her to his balls, a position he was loath to relinquish. It filled him with satisfaction to have her trapped under his weight after he'd taken her. He'd pumped himself empty into her, both of them wanting the deepest, fullest contact with no barriers between them. Coming inside Rachel was a pleasure all its own.
The way she looked while he took her was another. He didn't think any other man had seen her looking that way. She'd been lost to sensation, lost to the moment, surrendering to him and to her own passion. She'd looked like a goddess. He'd made her look like that. He'd made her come until she couldn't take any more.
And he'd nearly sent her away from the Capture Agency. The thought twisted his gut.
"Chase." His temporary captive stirred under him, and Chase rolled onto his back, taking her with him so their positions reversed, Rachel lying sprawled on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back, liking the feel of her against him and the smooth silk of her skin under his hands. "Is that better?" he asked her.
"Um." She rubbed her cheek against his chest in a lazy caress. "Yes. You were getting heavy."
"I'll move sooner next time." He slid one hand into her hair and toyed with the length.
"No, don't." Her voice was low and drowsy but audible. "I liked it. You feel good lying on me like that. In me. After."
"After I fuck you senseless, I'm in no hurry to go anywhere." His body rocked against hers, and he heard her sigh in response. "We used each other up. That calls for a little recovery time."
"Mmm," she said.
From the boneless sprawl of her body and the sound of her voice, Rachel was on the verge of slipping into sleep. That amused him and charmed him, too. Ms. Urban Professional had transformed into a vixen and now was fully sated and as cuddly as a cat.
He continued to stroke her back in slow, soothing motions. Her breathing deepened and settled into a steady rhythm as she slept in his arms, limp and spent.
It occurred to him that he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so relaxed. Being at the cabin was always peaceful, but for the first time he wasn't alone in his private retreat. It pleased him to have Rachel here, like a treasure he'd carried off to his lair to hoard with dragonish lust. The image made him smile. Something about her certainly brought out the animal in him.
She shivered in his arms, and Chase realized her skin was cooling after the heat of exertion. He didn't want her to get chilled. He eased back the covers and settled her underthem, tucked them snugly around her, and went to see to the fire.
Rachel woke up in a strange bed, reached out for Chase, and found the sheets cool. She blinked her eyes open to confirm what her other senses told her, that she was alone. An unexpected
"Chase." She wasn't sure if she actually said his name or only thought it before the pleasure took her like a storm. The intensity stole her breath and seized her muscles, leaving her helpless and unable to move while Chase continued to surge inside her. She felt his shaft grow even more engorged as he started to come, then a hot, liquid rush thatsent her off on another crashing wave of sensation and an orgasm so violent, it was almost painful.
It was so primal, so basic. His body on hers. His seed filling her. His strength holding her, the heat and need between them holding him just as surely. She jerked and twisted underneath him, and he rode her down, bringing them both through the eye of the hurricane and finally coming back to rest together.
Chase stayed on top of Rachel for what seemed like eternity, his body heavy with release. He was still buried in her to his balls, a position he was loath to relinquish. It filled him with satisfaction to have her trapped under his weight after he'd taken her. He'd pumped himself empty into her, both of them wanting the deepest, fullest contact with no barriers between them. Coming inside Rachel was a pleasure all its own.
The way she looked while he took her was another. He didn't think any other man had seen her looking that way. She'd been lost to sensation, lost to the moment, surrendering to him and to her own passion. She'd looked like a goddess. He'd made her look like that. He'd made her come until she couldn't take any more.
And he'd nearly sent her away from the Capture Agency. The thought twisted his gut.
"Chase." His temporary captive stirred under him, and Chase rolled onto his back, taking her with him so their positions reversed, Rachel lying sprawled on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back, liking the feel of her against him and the smooth silk of her skin under his hands. "Is that better?" he asked her.
"Um." She rubbed her cheek against his chest in a lazy caress. "Yes. You were getting heavy."
"I'll move sooner next time." He slid one hand into her hair and toyed with the length.
"No, don't." Her voice was low and drowsy but audible. "I liked it. You feel good lying on me like that. In me. After."
"After I fuck you senseless, I'm in no hurry to go anywhere." His body rocked against hers, and he heard her sigh in response. "We used each other up. That calls for a little recovery time."
"Mmm," she said.
From the boneless sprawl of her body and the sound of her voice, Rachel was on the verge of slipping into sleep. That amused him and charmed him, too. Ms. Urban Professional had transformed into a vixen and now was fully sated and as cuddly as a cat.
He continued to stroke her back in slow, soothing motions. Her breathing deepened and settled into a steady rhythm as she slept in his arms, limp and spent.
It occurred to him that he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so relaxed. Being at the cabin was always peaceful, but for the first time he wasn't alone in his private retreat. It pleased him to have Rachel here, like a treasure he'd carried off to his lair to hoard with dragonish lust. The image made him smile. Something about her certainly brought out the animal in him.
She shivered in his arms, and Chase realized her skin was cooling after the heat of exertion. He didn't want her to get chilled. He eased back the covers and settled her underthem, tucked them snugly around her, and went to see to the fire.
Rachel woke up in a strange bed, reached out for Chase, and found the sheets cool. She blinked her eyes open to confirm what her other senses told her, that she was alone. An unexpected
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