Victorious, he rolled, taking Gwen with him. He pressed her against the mattress and lay on his side. Done playing games, he trapped her beneath his leg. Then he caressed her entire body, stroking her from shoulder to thigh. He covered her breasts, kneading their fullness with his hand, listening to her responses as he took her nipple between his finger and thumb, caressing, then squeezing with more pressure as her moans became desperate.

Then his lips were on the side of her face…grazing her neck…rubbing the swell of each breast until at last he was taking her in his mouth, sucking and scraping and biting as she continued to writhe beneath him.

His hand ran the length of her inner thigh, pushing her wide. Then Gwen’s hands were tangling in his hair, stroking his neck, the width of his shoulders…’Twas too much. He looked up, his eyes turning harsh before she whimpered and placed her hands behind her head again.

Gwen’s whimper was real, but not because of Greylen’s stern look. She wasn’t scared of his aggressiveness, she liked it—she loved it. His smoldering eyes nearly sent her over the edge. Her body pulsed, begging to be touched. His dominance only inflamed her. Playing with fire, she reached for him again…so close to touching him, then he trapped her wrists in his hand. He growled and pinned her to the mattress with his leg, then spread her wide with his knee. She lay helpless beside him, halfway beneath him, and she’d never felt more alive in her entire life.

Her husband stared at her outstretched body, his hand stroking her as her hips strained against him. She begged for his touch. Just when she thought she couldn’t wait another second, his fingers pressed within her folds, sliding down her center. He hissed through his teeth as he skimmed through her wetness. She moaned as his hand slid back up and he spread her with his fingers, gliding atop her most sensitive flesh, stroking and circling over and over, again and again.

He removed the weight of his leg, allowing her to move her hips. Her moans, now short cries as she came closer to her orgasm. Powerless but to yield, Gwen began to break. Her wrists were still trapped in the circle of Greylen’s fingers, her arms stretched far above her head. Her lips were now besieged by sensuous pulls and tugs with his teeth. Then his finger moved inside her, deeper and faster, again and again, as his thumb circled above with more pressure. Her cries of release surrendered against his lips, mixing with his husky groan as she shook from her orgasm.

His ministrations turned gentle now and didn’t stop until her pleasure was complete, then he broke their kiss and held her passion-glazed eyes as he stepped from the bed.