Free The Contract (Nightlong #1) by Sarah Michelle Lynch Page A

compared to digging the scalpel inside myself last night. Did this man not know how strong and able I was?
    “MORE!”
    He swapped hands and began striking the other side of my arse.
    “YES! YES! YES!” My pelvis feasted on him, bearing down on him, but he bore down on me harder, pushing and forcing through the convulsions which made me scream the house down.
    “Fuck, Ciara!! FUCK!” He came so hard inside me I felt it, jets of warm fluid milked from him to me. We’d waited so long for this… and it was all over in the blink of an eye.
    He rolled off me towards the other side of the bed but only to cool down for a moment, I assumed. I hated us not touching.
    I couldn’t catch my breath, neither could he.
    After a while he pulled me gently into his arms and draped me over his chest. I kissed his heart and realised it was racing as fast as mine.
    “I wish we’d done this ages ago.”
    “I know,” he agreed, sorrow in his voice.
    “Don’t go. It’ll hurt if you go. I need you. Please, Dante.”
    He nodded. “I’m going nowhere.”
    “Okay.”
    With one hand bunched in my hair and the other stroking my thigh, he murmured, “You are so beautiful, Ciara.”
    “I’m not. Don’t say that.”
    He rolled me to my side and held me close, staring into my eyes. “With the world at my feet, and with a dozen lives behind me already, don’t tell me I don’t know beauty when I see it.”
    I shut my eyes, holding my breath, willing myself not to cry. “I’m just exhausted.”
    “Sleep, then.”
    While I lay there, he caressed my cheeks with his knuckles, his thumb rubbing my ear. I could barely keep it together. His thumb traced my bottom lip and he kissed me, barely nudging his mouth to mine, a whisper of a kiss.
    “I’m tired.”
    “I’m only admiring your beauty.”
    “I can’t sleep until you leave me alone.”
    “I’ll never leave you alone.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I love you. I always have.”
    “Ah, my love.”
    Heat in my chest stung me, right in the centre of my breastplate. Without even opening my eyes, I pulled him in closer, bringing his lips tight to mine. Resting his chest against my breast, I was almost crushed until he shifted his arms either side of my body to hold himself up over me. My hands felt for his arms, solid as steel. He was so lean, so powerful.
    My breathing picked up again but I managed to mumble, “I love calling you sir.”
    He showered me in kisses; my lips, my clavicle, my throat, my chest, then my breasts. My nipples. I howled when he kissed those.
    When he’d been kissing my mouth for so long I began to get breathless, I opened my eyes to look at him and his eyes were closed. I looked on in awe at this oak of a man, this lived-in body and soul. A body which showed signs of wear and tear but shone so bright. He caught me watching him and smiled, murmuring against my lips, “You’re distracting me.”
    “I’m not sorry.”
    “You never are.”
    “I’m meant to be exhausted.”
    “I’m meant to be a total arsehole.”
    “You still are.”
    His chest swelled with laughter against mine and I lost my hands in his hair.
    I slid my legs around his back and he began teasing himself at my entrance, the plush tip of his sex connecting with my clit.
    “Dante, please.”
    He nibbled my mouth, his eyes staring into mine.
    “Remember… it is please, sir .”
    “Why, sir,” I giggled, “shall we find out if the toys could do better.”
    “No fucking way, Ciara.”
    “Sir?”
    “Yes?” he huffed, impatient now.
    “Permission to let my hands roam your gorgeous body.”
    “Since you asked so nicely–”
    He held himself at my opening and pushed inside once more. I knew it had been a good idea preparing myself for sex with big dildos otherwise this might have been very uncomfortable. This man had six years of leaving me constantly horny to catch up on and I wanted to know how on earth he was going to make it all up to me.
    Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I