SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID novel Chapter 72

"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 become addicted 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 time came crawling 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 to me Hera." 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 time but 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.