Lahat ng Kabanata ng Solid Heart (Unseen Enemy 7): Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

She smiled again, but it had an edge this time. It was a smile fused with hot lust and dark need, and it just made him harder, hungrier. He fought down a groan, and his cock twitched in her grasp.Francine moved closer, close enough that he felt her breath on him. The anticipation was killing him, and Mark gripped the kitchen counter behind him. He stared down at her, and realized that as she moved to take him into her mouth, he saw nothing but the top of her head. That was wrong, all kinds of wrong, and he reached for her now, pulled her back to her feet.Startled, afraid that he’d changed his mind, she stared up at him. “You don’t want me to –”“Oh, I do.” He kissed her now, hard enough to push away her insecurities. “Can’t you feel that I do?”She smiled and rubbed herself against his erect cock, slow and heated. He groaned.“Not on your knees, babe,” Mark said, his voice and breath rough as he hauled his jeans and boxers back up. “Never like that with me.”“Why not?” She wondered

Unable to stop it now, he thrust up into her mouth, holding her right where he needed her. She stayed with him, thank Christ, just sucked him harder and stronger, her throat open and waiting. When he shuddered and called her name, dancing on the knife-edge of orgasm, she swallowed, hard. And Mark damn near blacked out from the force of coming in her amazing little mouth.She took all of him, loving every second of it. She watched his face as he came for her, memorizing every expression. His release made him look almost savage, and so damn gorgeous, and it made her dizzy. He held her eyes the whole time, and the connection between them was like an electric current. It crackled and sparked, and Francine had never seen a man more focused on her face, on her eyes, on her lips. Not ever.Then his eyes shut in relief at his release, and she eased back. She kept her lips around his length as she moved slowly up and off, making sure to give the swollen tip a final little kiss. He shuddered ag

Mark needed it, too, needed it so damn much, it took his breath away. He lowered his head again, his lips and tongue and fingers all busy on her clit. He sucked, licked, stroked, over and over, harder and faster. Her whole body tensed up, all lush curves and glistening arousal, and he knew she was right there, inches from the edge, seconds from mindless bliss.He pushed her. Hard. Fast.Francine’s body seized up as the pleasure peaked, crested, built to fever-pitch. Then it all exploded, only getting more intense as she started to come. The orgasm wasn’t really one orgasm – it was a whole series of them, small, crashing bursts that only made the next one stronger. And when the orgasm hit her – the toe-curling one, the one that made her vision flash bright white, then go black – she knew nothing but this man, this moment. Her whole universe shrank and contracted, became nothing but the pulsing place between her legs, and his wicked, skilled tongue, and her calling his name.Slowly, he

Twenty minutes later, Francine lay in Mark’s strong arms, all curled up and held close. Nothing had ever felt better; nothing ever could feel better.He stroked her back, lazily, slowly, his touch so light, it felt like a breath. And yeah, she did actually know how his breath felt as it wafted across her skin. Warm, hot, sweet. Decadent, almost, and totally damn addictive.It felt like this.“Babe?”Francine lifted her head from his chest. “Oui, mon loup?”Mark paused. “‘Mon loup’?” he repeated, amused. “I hope you ain’t cursing at me.”She giggled, so light with happiness, she was almost flying. “Nope, never. It means ‘my wolf’.”“Again with the wolf thing, huh?” he teased.“In French, it’s a term of endearment, I promise you.”“Yeah?” He liked that; he liked that a hell of a lot. “Sounds way cuter in French, I gotta admit.”“Right?” She pressed a sweet, open-mouthed kiss to his muscled shoulder. “So what were you going to say?”“Uh.” He scrambled to recall, but it was difficult. Tha

The next morning, Francine’s first thought was that she was surrounded by warm, pure light. She was so cozy, so comfortable, and she idly wondered if she was waking up in a bright patch of sunlight.But then the heat moved, somehow, moved all around her. Became like water, or wind; it became something that she actually felt on her skin. It surrounded her, and she just let it. It felt so damn good to wake up like this on a freezing winter morning, after all.As she came around slowly, she noticed that the heat had shape. It was hard and angular, and it had strength behind it, real power. She sighed and stirred drowsily, and the heat moved again. It pulled her to it, tightened around her, held her in place.That was when she felt the hot hardness between her soft thighs, pressing against the softness of her pussy lips.Her eyes snapped open. She was disoriented, and for a few seconds, she wondered why her hands were held so tightly to her chest. She glanced down, saw a large hand holdin