A gasp of satisfaction escaped her as she clung to his tense, damp shoulders, feeling the surge of his maleness within her, taking her, driving her over another boiling edge of pleasure, to a place she’d never been before. With each thrust, she gave a little cry, but it was raw satisfaction, not from discomfort. Roan tunneled his fingers through her hair, his teeth clenched, eyes tightly closed and she felt him pump deep into her one last time before their worlds flew apart on them.
The explosiveness of her orgasm shattered through her at the same moment Roan climaxed within her. The sensations were so keen, hungry, and fulfilling that all Shiloh could do was sob with pleasure, her head buried against his damp shoulder as he gripped the long strands of her hair, his breath ragged. The strength of his body coupled with hers, the way her curves surrendered to his angles, the power of him as a man absorbed by her softness all conspired to make Shiloh faint and heady at the same time.
Gradually, Shiloh felt Roan’s fingers begin to relax within her tangled hair as he caressed her temple and cheek, his body suddenly sagging against hers. She willingly took all his weight, absorbing his power and luxuriating in his warmth. Satiation flowed so strongly through her that she felt mindless, floating, and embraced with his heat and masculinity. Shiloh utterly relaxed beneath Roan, his male scent filling her, flooding her lungs like an aphrodisiac. Her lips lifted faintly into a smile of utter contentment. This man knew how to love a woman, no question. Her body was throbbing with pleasure and utter satisfaction.
Shiloh had no idea of how long they lay together like that. But it felt good. Intimate. Even more important to her, making love had never been so right. She weakly slid her arms around his broad, damp back, feeling his skin react to her touch. Kissing his shoulder, his face buried next to hers, his breathing harsh and short, Shiloh nuzzled against his sandpapery jaw, savoring everything about Roan. And despite his climax, she could feel him growing inside her once again. The man was like a stallion and she smiled, not sorry about that one bit.
And as Shiloh felt herself coming back down to earth, aware of Roan’s weight, the lean muscling against her softer flesh, she greedily absorbed every physical sensation of him within her. Her hands ranged downward toward his narrow hips, fingers splaying out, and she sensuously moved her hips against his, a silent invitation. Instantly, he growled her name, automatically thrusting deep into her. Shiloh gave a moan of gratification, smiling, eyes closed, feeling the renewed pleasure of him growing thick and hard within her once again. Roan was hungry. So was she. It had been a year without an orgasm. And he knew how to play her body like a finely tuned instrument.
Roan lifted his head, smiling down at her, removing some strands of red hair away from her brow. “You feel so damn good to me,” he growled, and he plundered her mouth, arching deep and hard into her.
The combination made Shiloh naturally arch to open herself as much as possible to his renewed strokes within her. She wanted Roan again. She wanted everything he could gift her with from his body to his generous heart. As his mouth left hers, he savored each of her nipples, bringing her to an edgy need once again. And as he settled on his knees, his hands spanning her hips, he drew her up against him until their hips locked, melting fire between them. Her mind instantly checked out as he thrust repeatedly into her, massaging the knot of nerves near her entrance, breathless as the powerful stroking movement drove her right over that cliff once again.
Shiloh felt her entire lower body explode and wavelets of pleasure rippled through her until she could barely cry out. The feverish intensity and throbbing orgasm unfurled within her. The strain of his body against hers, his grate of satisfaction reverberating through her, his fists curling into the bedcovers on either side of her head told her of the joy, the thirst of their mutual need and celebration for each other. Spun into light and oblivion, Shiloh smiled and clung to Roan’s shoulders, feeling him take her, claim and brand her as his woman, once and for all.
Hot, liquefying sensations throbbed throughout her. Perspiration was running freely off her body. She could smell their sex, the scent like a perfume to her flaring nostrils as she slowly moved her fingers languidly against Roan’s now relaxed shoulders. He lay heavily against her, his head next to hers, stroking her hair, holding her, words useless. Closing her eyes, Shiloh absorbed each of his ministrations, feeling herself sink a little more deeply into the flooding happiness swirling throughout her. Roan made her feel good about herself. Made her feel good to be his partner. There was sharing and a caring. And tenderness as he lifted his head, met her drowsy eyes, smiled into them, satisfaction burning deep in his gray ones.