His Lady Mistress

Elizabeth Rolls181kissed her with an intimacy that nearly tore her world apart.Winged pleasure speared her body at the hot, silky caressesthat consumed her in fire, held her quivering on a rack ofincandescent need.Max clung to self-control as she sobbed and writhed in hisgrasp, as the sweet essence of her passion wreathed throughhim. Tenderly, mercilessly, he loved her, in the only way hecould permit himself. Glorying in the abandoned innocenceof her ecstatic response, he savoured every sob, every whimper.Slowly he brought her to the edge and held her there untilher cries became desperate, almost frightened with the cataractof sensation pouring through her. He could feel her needin the frantic shift of her hips between his hands, in thestrength of her fingers clutching his scalp. And in the soft,heated liquid pulse of her body.Grimly he fought the urge, the savage need to surge up herbody and take her, to feel her body shatter in release aroundhim. He couldn’t, didn’t dare...if she quickened with hisseed...His control cracking, he pushed her over into the abyss andheard the achingly sweet scream of ecstasy as she broke,shimmering and convulsing in his arms. Scarcely daring tobreathe, he eased himself back up her body and gathered herinto his arms, trying to ignore the violent pain of his ownaroused flesh. He ached to roll on top of her and sink intoher passion-soft body, driving her to completion again. Hemustn’t. He didn’t even dare show her how to ease his achingneed. The edges of his control were smoking.He should leave. Now. Before he lost control. Before hebroke his promise. He dragged in a breath that felt like brokenglass and tensed, ready to pull away. She shifted in his arms,nestling against him in soul-shattering trust, snuggling hercheek into the curve of his shoulder, her ragged breath acaress on his heated skin. And something else... He lifted a