Man of Her Dreams by Debra Webb (best smutty novels txt) 📗

“Turn over,” she demanded, a new kind of determination charging through her. This wasn’t supposed to be one-sided.

He paused in his ministrations. His eyes were slightly glazed but not nearly enough. He was still hanging on to control.

“Turn over,” she ordered, pushing harder against his chest.

He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She bit back a wince when the position sent him deeper inside her. He was so damn big. His hands were on her waist instantly, lifting her just enough to ease the pressure. She pushed those masterful hands away and scolded, “It’s my turn now.”

He curled his arms around the pillow under his head and lay very still. Well, she’d just see how long that relaxed pose lasted.

Aidan fisted his fingers into the pillow and clenched his teeth together to resist the impulse to lift his hips. His body pulsed with need. He wanted to tuck her back under him and drive into her until he howled with release. But he couldn’t. She was too small. He’d already caused her discomfort. He closed his eyes and fought to control the desire roaring through his body. He wouldn’t hurt her again.

She started to move and a groan wrenched from his throat. She moved slowly, sinuously at first. He could feel the tension in her body caused by the continued discomfort…yet she wanted this.

He found himself mesmerized by her movements. Her eyes closed, her back arched slightly, her long hair trailed over her shoulders and down her back, making him crazy with want. She rode him slow and easy, her tight walls dragging along his length, making him want to cry out with the incredible pleasure of it.

Up and down, squeezing, tugging. He wouldn’t survive this. Couldn’t take it…no amount of training could have prepared him for the devouring heat…the overwhelming sensations.

She rocked a little faster, pumping him with a rhythm that fired his blood. The thrust of her breasts made him hunger to taste them again. He reached for her but she pushed his hands away, wouldn’t let him touch her. She was fighting another plunge toward orgasm, panting, making small guttural sounds with the effort of keeping up the pace when she wanted to let go.

The first wave of completion swept over him and he lost it.

“No more,” he rasped. He had to finish this.

He rolled her beneath him and plunged into her tight, rippling body. She came around him, the contractions sending him completely over his own edge. He thrust deep, hard, over and over. His entire body spasmed, then relaxed, again and again as the single purest form of pleasure he’d ever experienced flooded his senses. He pumped once, twice more, milking the last of his seed from his body.

His eyes opened, settled on her angelic face.

She was his. Nothing short of his own death would take her from him.

He would protect her from the very men who had created her for him.

Chapter Eleven

French Quarter

Unspecified Location

His creations were spectacular.

Even equipped with night vision and every other advantage imaginable, his men had failed to capture the two seers.

Galen had watched the thermal imaging scan as the mission played out. The male had simply disappeared into thin air, along with the female.

But they had been there, right under the noses of his men.

Impossible, his team leader had exclaimed. Body heat, wherever they had hidden, would have been picked up by the scan. There had to have been an underground escape route, he had insisted.

But Galen had surveyed the location personally, had walked the area, ending up right back where he’d started without an answer. Then he’d known. He’d crouched down on the bank and dipped his hand into the water. Even now, he had to smile at the ingenuity of the male’s strategy.

The water.

The seers had hidden beneath the murky surface of the water. At this time of year, the temperature was certainly cool enough to drop body temperature beneath the scan’s search setting.

Each of the Enforcers was a phenomenon in his own right. Whatever gene manipulation man attempted, each human was individual and the result varied. Therefore, each one created had evolved with his own special skill set. All were physically and mentally superior to the rest of mankind. But he had to admit that the one called Aidan amazed him with his gift of elevated sensory perceptions. The female could be every bit as good; she merely lacked the essential training.

What a magnificent pair they would make. He wondered what kind of offspring they would produce. There was no precedent for breeding among the Enforcers, though he suspected the country’s esteemed leader would produce the first. Still, the superior genes of the original Enforcer Cain would be diluted by her lesser genetic code. Galen was not interested in that avenue.

He wanted perfection. Aidan appeared as close to perfect as could be achieved with current technology and without converting to machine augmentation. The seer was both beautiful and powerful. His strength surprised even Galen. His intelligence level dazzled. He would not be easy to capture. And yet, he was capable of being distracted.

His growing obsession with the female—the one who had been created to be his mate—was proof positive. Galen smiled. He would lay odds that Aidan had no idea that the only reason a female had been designed was for future breeding potential. Special training and intensive bonding sessions had been included in their early education. The female, of course, would not remember those sessions since she had been deemed a failure and her memory wiped. He imagined that even if she remembered parts of her training, there would be skips in her logic since she had worked so hard against her teachers.

Somehow, she had realized that failure to cooperate was her ticket to freedom. Galen turned that concept over in his mind. How could she have known that freedom existed in any capacity