Free Take Her to HeVan (Nephilim Book 6) by Lucy Kelly

her. He kept on kissing her. Holding her in place with one strong arm, the other began roaming over her body. He needed to feel her skin next to his. He easily carried her into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed. When he tried to step back, she clung so he knew she was as involved as he was.
    “This will work better if we’re not wearing any clothes,” he said, looking into her eyes.
    “Good idea, let me help you with that,” she said, reaching for his pants.
    He laughed and reached for her shirt. There was some fumbling when they both tried to remove pants over shoes. It didn’t take long before they were both free of clothes and back in each other’s arms. Karlo, conscious of his much larger size, rolled so Marla was draped over his chest. He kept one hand splayed over her back as the other wandered over her ass and between her legs. Her breasts were pressed against him. Her nipples hardened into two points he could feel pressing into his chest.
    Their tongues dueled as they each explored the other’s flavor. Marla widened her legs until they rested on either side of Karlo’s hips. She pushed against his fingers, rocking her hips to increase her pleasure.
    “Now, I need you now,” she said against his mouth. She sat up and looked into his eyes.
    Karlo took the opportunity to get his hands on her breasts. He loved her abundant curves, her skin so soft. “I want to kiss every inch of your body,” he said.
    “Later, right now I need to feel you inside me,” she said.
    Rising up on her knees, she reached down to guide him to her. Slowly, she sank down until she rested against his hips. She moaned a little. She felt full, almost too full. She held still to adjust to his size, her inner muscles clamping and releasing as she accustomed herself.
    “Oh, move, you need to move,” he told her.
    He was about to move his hands to her waist, to help her along, when she rose and then slammed down again. Over and over, she would rise up slowly, feeling every centimeter of his length against her delicate tissues. Then she would come down fast, grinding herself against him, trying to take him deeper. To touch that one spot she couldn’t quite reach.
    Karlo was going mad, she was driving him crazy and he didn’t know how much more he could take of this maddening rhythm. He pulled her closer and latched onto a nipple, laving it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth before moving and repeating his actions on the other.
    One hand moved between her legs and he strummed her clit and pinched it. Marla was pushed over the edge. Karlo rolled them again and bracing one hand on the headboard and one hand on the bed just over her shoulder, he began thrusting.
    Marla was still coming down from her orgasm when she started climbing again. Wrapping her legs high on his waist, she braced her hands on his shoulders and held on. “Oh, God! Please, harder,” she moaned.
    Karlo took her at her word. There was nothing he wanted more than to sink over and over into her hot wet channel. He increased the power of his thrusts, going as deep as he could to touch her womb.
    Marla was pushed up the bed until her head was against the headboard. Karlo slowed for a moment to push a pillow behind her head. He lifted her legs over his arms and spread her wide so he could gain more control and began thrusting harder and deeper than before. It was too much for Marla and she went off again, her orgasm rolling through her body.
    This time the power of Marla’s peak, pulling and clamping on Karlo’s cock, triggered his own release. When he collapsed, he fell to the side so as not to crush her. He pulled her close, not ready to let her go.
    Neither of them said a word. They were both still breathing heavily, trying to catch their breath.
    “I’m sorry,” Karlo said after a moment.
    Marla shrunk away from him. “You’re sorry you made love to me?” she asked. She felt gutted, tears springing to her eyes.
    “No! How could you think that, after