At that moment, Lucas Walker had reached his limit.
Stretching out his fingers, he swiftly ripped off the last of her obstructive lingerie.
With a gentle lift of his big hands, he held up her slender body.
Raising her face, he kissed her earlobe gently and whispered softly,
"Ivana, I am coming."
Her body ached slightly as Ivana Bennett sucked in a cool breath. The hand on his shoulder clenched fiercely.
"It hurts."
"I'm sorry, Ivana."
He froze, not daring to move, only shifting his face to kiss her lips once again.
It wasn't until she relaxed that he slowly took complete possession of her.
Then there was—
An explosion of blissful passion.
He knew her body well and was intelligent enough to understand exactly what it took to give both of them the highest level of pleasure.
...
...
Inside the bathroom, it was damp and steamy.
The large mirror was foggy, showing vague reflections of two entwined figures.
Tangled and passionate.
