The Golden Chalice by Sienna Mynx Page B

valley between her breasts. Heartbreakingly beautiful, her breasts were full and firm, the nipples plump and suckable. He tasted them, giving them a sly little nip with his teeth. She hissed, squirmed, and jerked on her restraints. Lee chuckled. The tug of war of their passion only heightened the desire they shared for one another.
    “I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you.” The dark swirl in the depths of her irises and the wry smirk to those lips mocked him. All at once, he needed to convince her. In some mysterious, soul-wrenching way, the sadness over the loss of their child and the pain he’d caused her fused with an urgent need to embrace the light of hope he saw in her eyes when she served meatloaf to customers in the diner, and spoke of someday being a doctor. He wanted Michelle, the woman she kept hidden from him. That woman possessed inherent goodness. Damn it, he wanted her desperately.
    “Just make love to me, Lee. It’s all I need…stop with the games.”
    Games? His loving her was not foolery. He grunted at her words and thrust his hips forward. The first strike was hard and purposeful. She gasped and arched against him. Her hands curled into fists but held in their bindings. He thrust another inch, and another, slipping almost all the way in from the warm, silken glide her channel offered. Her honey walls clenched around his shaft so tightly he gasped and dragged in a breath to maintain his composure. Michelle’s gaze smoldered at his continued thrusts, her body moving sweet and sexy beneath him. Lee gripped her left butt cheek with his free hand and braced the other to the headboard, hovering over her, loving her…hard…harder…. All the while, she moaned and trembled through small, orgasmic releases, as if the pleasure for her came at the expense of his madness. And he realized it did. He kissed her hard, biting at her tongue and lips. The tension in his pelvis and his cock added power and command to his movements, thrust after thrust. Their passion became so fierce, she yanked on her restraints so hard she freed herself from her bindings and clawed at him, her body clinging.
    Fingernails pierced his feverish skin. She gasped beneath him, flicking her tongue at his, as her body began to jerk and shudder in response. Moving inside her sweet warmth, he abandoned his bitter self, forgot all his deceit and grief. Possessing her as he must suddenly seemed to be the purest of goals. He’d love her, take care of her. She’d be happy. He’d see to it.
    Lee turned her and entered her from behind, pressing her face into the pillow. He lifted her hips to angle her ass upward to meet his thrusts and licked the pearls of sweat from the center of her back. Keeping the action swift and precise, he couldn’t hear her moans of satisfaction, thanks to his own. And though he showed her no mercy, she parted her knees even wider and gave him deeper access. Permission sent him over the edge. He fell over her, covering her, holding her around the middle, and released every ounce of his seed into her. The weight of him forced her to collapse. He fell over her, but tried to lift so as to not hurt her.
    Spent, Lee kissed her flawless skin, her body just as hot and sweaty as his. She lay still. When, finally, he withdrew from their embrace, she reached for him. He noticed the red, raw burns around her wrists.
    “Did…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean….” He kissed her wrists and her engagement ring. “I didn’t mean to be so rough. I love you, Michelle.”
    She lowered her face to his chest. He could feel the flutter of her eyelashes against his skin. “I love you. I’ll prove it,” he whispered.
    “How soon?”
    “We can stay all night.”
    “No. How soon can I take Sasha to Prague? How soon can you arrange it?”
    He looked down at her with furrowed brows. Holding her, he stroked her hair. “I…uh, well two weeks. Give me two weeks and I’ll arrange it.”
    “Fine. After…after I know she’s safe