Page 66 of Risks of Temptation

He gently tugs my hair and talks French while kissing my neck.

When I get all of him in me, I pause. "I'm so full," I moan.

He replies, but I don't understand what he says. Then he wraps his arms around my back, holding me close.

I move again, whimpering from his smooth skin shimmying in and out of my heat. Everything feels more intense, and then he grasps my hips and thrusts faster.

The walls of my pussy collapse, spasming, and his cock hits a place in my sex I've never felt before.

Adrenaline floods my veins, flying to every destination possible. French words, ma belle, and my cries fill the air. The scents of lime and leather mixed with sweat and orgasms flare in my nostrils. A potent high crashes through my soul, breaking me into a million pieces.

I can't hold myself up. I vibrate in his arms, powerless over anything to do with my body.

He slides his hand between us and rubs my clit, shooting me higher.

"Malin," I cry.

He growls something, and his cock swells in me, pushing against my walls.

I didn't think I could feel any more pleasure, but I do. His hot seed pumps in me, and he groans, continuing to spew off French.

I bury my face in his neck, breathing hard, not sure how what I just experienced is possible. My chest heaves against his, coated in sweat.

His breath and lips graze my shoulder. He strokes my hair then says more things I don't comprehend.

I don't pull away from him until my insides stop quivering. A million thoughts bombard me.

I never thought I could have sex and it would be tolerable. Every hope I had to just get through it, so I could at least feel like a woman, shattered into millions of pieces like glass.

It wasn't good. It was mind-blowing ecstasy.

It's because of him.

I lift my head out of Malin's neck.

His lips twitch. He steals a kiss. "I thought that was amazing. What did you think, ma belle?"

My voice comes out hoarse. "Can we do it again?"