SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID by KIARI HORSFALL

Wild Night Of Pleasure "Yes Bryce, you can." She answered and that's all he needed to hear. That's all that he wanted to hear.

He needed Hera too damn much that it's almost like a drug, a fever, an addiction. He should've known that one taste of her will never be enough to calm his raging desires for her. All through the weekend at the convent, he had thought of only one thing, HER.

He wanted so badly to be with her, to sit beside her and lie down next to her if possible. It was like he would loose his mind the next minute if he didn't. He tried to curb his feelings but that was the most hardest task he had ever done in his entire life. Staying away from her. He knew just how much he had missed her. It was enough to make a man go insane. To ruin someone to the blank point of utter madness. He was a goner for this woman and it was painfully inevitable at this moment.

He swallowed tightly, his eyes trailing her soft pink lips. Full, rosy and plump. So kissable and utterly suckable. "Hell..." He growled in defeat and dived for those sexy pouty lips that stared right back at him provocatively and sadly, that was the only warning Hera got. A slow smile teased his mouth before he crushed their lips together. She instinctively grabbed and fisted his hair tight as he drank from her lips over and over again.

She released his hair, ran her palms down the sleek brawn and sinew of his naked chest, then cupped hard to steady herself due to the pressure borne for his kiss. His skin felt like velvet, the hardness of his muscles a perfect contrast between her fingers.

His limbs were laced with sinew, so strong, so powerful. A girl could becaddicted to such raw intensity without even realizing it.

"I need you, Hera," He intoned, worshipping her body as if it was his last day on earth.

He clasped his hands over her jaw and brought her up for yet another kiss. He tasted a swirling storm of hunger as his tongue swept into her mouth and attempted to conquer her.

He utterly conquered her as he groaned her name, letting it roll out his tongue like a silent prayer.

"Kiss me, Hera." He breathed against her mouth. He uttered a warm, husky chuckle, then crushed his lips onto hers as he took charge of the kiss. Arousal pounded through him, frantic for release as his tongue dove into her mouth.

"Be slow. Be steady. Don't rush it." He warned himself sternly as he fought over his will to dominate her completely. His hands tunneled beneath the silky material of her light bra. And his fingertips traced the edge of her nipples.

Hera shivered. Desire pooled between her legs as he took control. The familiar heat she felt the previous tccrawling back but with much more intensity than the last time. Bryce was out to ruin her and it showed. "See." He beseeched. "See what you do toHera." He growled between kisses.

Eyes closed in surrender, he slowly guided one of his hands under the froth of the blanket, up her inner thigh and onto the edge of her panties. He was acting out carefully because he didn't want to scare her off. This might be her second tbut she was still very new to all of this. "Here, huh?" He muttered huskily, then slipped past the fragile silk barrier.

"There. Right-Yes! There." Unable to stop herself from writhing under his touch. She arched herself into his touch, creating more pressure, more friction.

"Do you feel how much I need you? You are liquid fire, Hera." He praised. He dropped to his knees in front of her, keeping one hand on her panties. The other caressed a path up her feet, calves, and thighs.

"I want more. So much more." Reverence dripped from his words as he stared at her with hooded eyes.

"Then take it Bryce." She choked out in a small voice. Her hips writhing as he touched her. He brought his face to meet hers, stunned that she had given him permission to continue, to go on without stopping.

"I will," He said. "I will take everything you have to give Hera and then I will take even more. I will take so much, you'll begto stop." She shivered from his words. Swallowing so hard that her throat almost hurt. Uncertainty, fear and somewhat confusion flashed through her eyes but he only kissed her hands to reassure her that she would be okay and in the next heartbeat, he was kissing the wetness between her thighs.

At the first flick of his tongue, Hera exploded. Fire, joy, pleasure, all seared through her, and her head reeled. Her knees shook but he held her upright. She gripped his head, losing touch of where she was, who she was, only feeling an incredible shiver race through her again and again.

And just when she thought she might die from it, he kissed her heat again until she could only gasp his name. Bryce tasted her, sucked her made her shiver repeatedly.

"Bryce!" She cried out loudly as she came.

Her head arched back as delight ripped across her nerve endings. She moaned and cried out, the sounds escaping on ragged catches of her breath. Her eyelids closed, and she chewed at her bottom lip. "Don't stop," She told him, panting. "Don't stop." He uttered a chuckle, and the vibrations tickled her thighs but he didn't stop.

Only when she screamed his nagain did he look up at her. It was like the first tin his bedroom all over again. More hot, but more bearable. A heartbeat passed, amere Whisper of time, before his lips touched hers. His tongue moved over her mouth with heady slowness, exotic and consuming.

She tasted herself, and it reminded her of where he'd been and what he'd done.

"Do you know," He said, his voice growing more hoarse with every word, barely audible as he watched her through the thick shield of his lashes, "That you are the most passionate woman I've ever encountered. So fucking responsive." His words filled her with heartfelt pleasure. "You makethat way." She admitted.

"I am glad." His hands slid languidly up her sides and cupped her jaw. He planted breathy little kisses and nips over her nose, her eyes, her chin.

He chuckled huskily as he tugged her to her tiptoes for another kiss. While his tongue worked magic, he shifted his hands under her butt and urged her legs around his waist.

She willingly spread her thighs and hooked her ankles at his back until she straddled him and cradled his erection without actual penetration. One of his hands flattened against the base of her throat, so warm, so inviting, a heartbeat away from dipping inside her bra and cupping her breasts.

But that strong, masculine hand remained in place, teasing, taunting. Tormenting As one expectant minute ticked by and then another her nipples hardened painfully. The rosy peaks anticipated his touch and strained against the silkiness of my bra. She shouldn't have been this excited but she had already ctwice. "Bryce..." "Cara." With his eyes squeezed tightly shut, he traced a path down her sternum. He traced the seam back up again, never once deviating from that path.

"I want to savor you Hera." He groaned painfully. "I want to memorize each and every part of you. I want to brand you in a way that's never been done before. I want to make you min e Hera but only if you'd let me." He confessed. "Would you letCara?"