The Keeper's Destiny

“I want to bury myself so deep inside you you will never get me out.” His mouth followed the path of his fingers. Licking each rib, a shudder racked her body when he cupped her breast in his hand. Capturing her nipple in his mouth he suckled it, raking his teeth lightly over it. Her body moved restlessly against him, yearning, reaching for something she couldn't seem to catch. “Patrick,” she gasped, new sensations rocketing through her as his hands traced lower across the smooth expanse of her stomach. He leaned back away from her, her body heavy with need. “Why did you stop?” “Moreen.” His voice was no more than a plea. “I’m on fire. Every part of me is crying out for you.” “I’m trying to go slow.” He raked his fingers through his hair and took a shuddering breath. “Don’t. I need you now.” With a tortured groan he let go of the leash he had on his control. Taking her mouth he held nothing back, giving her everything that was in him.