A Kiss of Color: The Complete 3 Book Collection by Cristina Grenier

else. She muffled her moans and cries against his sofa, her eyes tightly shut as she tried not to destroy the damn thing with the strength of her grip.
    She felt the heat inside her burning brighter and brighter as her completion built, hurtling her towards a peak faster than she’d ever thought possible. Helena tried to tell Xavier – tried to warn him – but before she could, a sharp gasp escaped her as she tumbled over the precipice, her entire body shuddering with the strength of her orgasm. Pleasure coursed through her body, and she clung to the sofa desperately, trying to keep herself anchored in the corporeal.
    It seemed to last for an eternity, but finally, she floated back down to earth to find herself lying absolutely boneless, face down against warm leather. A low sound of protest escaped her as Xavier gently turned her back onto her back, his eyes glittering in triumph. “You were saying?” His voice was low and husky, his tongue darting out to clean his lips of the moisture she’d left there.
    Helena flushed scarlet. Luckily enough, the man didn’t let her embarrassment linger very long. When he leaned down to kiss her, she could taste herself on his tongue, and Helena shivered. Xavier’s hand crept between them and she moaned as he found her slick lower lips, rubbing teasingly back and forth over the seam of her. “Ready, sweetheart?” He murmured softly against her lips.
    Helena arched against his fingers, reaching desperately for the button of his slacks. “I’ve been ready for weeks.” She admitted unabashedly, making him smile before he raised his head to place a warm kiss against her forehead. The young woman’s fingers undid his pants before pushing them and his boxer-briefs down eagerly. When his erection sprang free to bob against his taut abdomen, Helena forgot how nervous she’d been about the size of him. She forgot everything except the pressing need to have him inside her.
    Her fingers wrapped around the scalding heat of his shaft, drawing him forward until the tip of his erection rested against the slick warmth of her entrance. Xavier maneuvered his hand until his thumb pressed gently against the small bud of pleasure above her opening before he took her hip with his opposite hand, pushing forward and into her tight, dark haven.
    Helena moaned, long and low, as he filled her almost to the point of discomfort – long and thick and utterly devastating. When his hips finally rested against hers, her thighs quivered in sensation and her breath came in short pants as her hands pressed against his chest. Xavier withdrew, pressing forward once more, and the friction drew a gasp from her. Reaching up, Helena curled her fingers behind his neck, tugging him down to press her mouth against his as she arched her hips against him in a plea for more.
    Was this what sex was supposed to feel like? Was this how wanted it made you feel – the intimacy that it signified? Shuddering, Helena clung to Xavier, wanting him deeper, faster, and everything in between. The dark-haired man buried his face in her shoulder, groaning as he rubbed at her clit gently in time with his thrusts.
    At the ensuing sensation, Helena cried out, her toes curling as she gripped his shoulders tightly. Xavier kissed up and down the length of her neck, each motion of his hips more forceful than the last, filling her with such perfection that she soon begged him for the completion that loomed large before her. When the man’s hands slipped backward to curl into her behind, pulling her flush against him so his next thrust pressed so deep she swore she could feel him touch the very core of her, Helena came apart.
    Crying his name, she clung to him as her body quivered like a bow that had just loosed a shaft, her inner muscles milking him as she came again, her lips parted and eyes closed with the force of the delectation that crashed over her. Xavier groaned loudly, his hips jerking against hers, and the sudden, warm spill of him