He slowly began entering her, inch by inch, giving her body time to adjust to his size. She was surprised at how her body automatically adjusted to him as he continued to push deeper inside of her.

When Bryce felt him buried to the hilt, making her feel full and complete, he gave her time to breathe in deeply before he began moving his body to mate with hers. She lifted her body to meet his every thrust and, in return, he pressed down to meet her. Urgent need consumed her and her muscles began tightening around his thick shaft. It seemed he knew exactly what spot to hit to make her moan, get deliriously insane. She needed more, hoped for more.

Her body surged with his heat as she felt yet another orgasm building. Shocks of pleasure began claiming what breath she had left in her lungs. More fiery sensations tore through her as she continued to arch up to meet him. The ritual continued over and over, as her body relentlessly milked him as he’d taught her to do years ago. Sensations swept through her. Suddenly, she couldn’t last any longer and her passion reached its peak. Contractions hurled all at once to her womb, and she tumbled over, realizing that, this time, Kaegan was tumbling with her.

“Brycie!”

She couldn’t scream. What she did was whimper in ecstasy, knowing while he’d given pleasure to her, she’d done likewise to him. The drugging scent of his masculinity invaded her nostrils at the same time she heard him growl a ragged murmur of satisfaction.

When their bodies began winding down, he lowered his gaze to hers and held it. She wasn’t sure what passed between them at that moment but knew something had. Before she could dwell on that thought, he leaned in and whispered “Brycie” again before capturing her mouth in his.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

KAEGAN STARED AT the woman who’d slept beside him in his bed all night as she began waking up. She’d warned him what to expect the day after their lovemaking, and he was hoping after a night like last night, she would change her mind. Ten orgasms had her sleeping like a baby. As far as he was concerned, multiple orgasms couldn’t get as sweet as the ones they’d shared. She was still the most passionate woman he knew.

The letter K was still tattooed on her backside. He doubted she knew how he’d felt when he’d seen it. To this day he could remember her showing it to him when she’d gotten it and telling him she would always wear it with pride. She’d wanted to get the G, as well, but hadn’t been able to handle the pain of both letters. He had appreciated her doing the one.

She slowly opened her eyes and stared at him, blinked and then stared again. He knew she was remembering last night. Every single detail. When a smile spread across her lips, he released the breath he’d been holding. At least she was in a pleasant mood. Should he take that as a good sign? When it came to Bryce, he would take whatever he could get.