All That He Loves Volume 2

Enemies from Connor’s past have resurfaced, determined to destroy him – and they are going to use Lily to do it.

Will Connor’s business empire be decimated by an underhanded attack? Will Lily’s life be ruined by their vicious plot? And most importantly… will Lily and Connor’s love for each other survive the destruction all around them?

ALL THAT HE LOVES (Volume 2) is the sequel to ALL THAT HE WANTS (Volume 1), and picks up immediately after Part 4 / the end of Volume 1.

400+ Pages

Steamy excerpt (Mature content):

    He covered the distance between us in a few giant strides, reached down and grabbed my arms, and lifted me to my feet.
    And kissed me.
    My God, how he kissed me.
    His arms around me, encircling me, holding me close, pressing me against his body.
    I had never felt safer or more loved my entire life than in that instant.
    His lips found mine and pressed against my mouth, soft at first, then insistent. Not just with desire, but tenderness, and excitement, and joy.
    I could taste the scotch on his breath – overpowering at first, but then it began to fade, and within a few seconds I hardly noticed it.
    I kissed him back, matching him as his passionate kisses became a frenzy.
    Then he pulled away, cradled one hand behind my head, and whispered in my ear:
    “I love you.”
    He pulled back and looked me in the eyes, a huge smile on his face.
    I half laughed, half sobbed, and the tears at the corners of my eyes trailed down my cheeks.
    He kissed them away, then moved back to my mouth, and I could taste the salt on his lips.
    “I love you,” he whispered, his lips just barely grazing mine before he kissed me again.
    And then he bent down and swept me off my feet. Literally.
    One arm caught me under my knees, and the other supported my back, and suddenly I was screaming and giggling as he hoisted me into the air and carried me off towards the bedroom. I put my hands to his cheeks, laughing, and kissed him again and again.
    Once we were inside the bedroom, he set me back on my feet and tugged off my shoes, pulled at the straps on my dress, fumbled with my bra, pulled my panties down to the floor. At the same time, I was trying to undo his buttons, one by maddening one.
    “Rip it off,” he whispered hoarsely.
    “But – ”
    “Do it,” he commanded as his hands grabbed my ass and pulled me to him.
    I could already feel him hard and thick beneath his pants, the shape pressing against my belly, and I wanted him now.
    Fuck the buttons.
    I pulled the shirt apart, ripping the buttons out of their holes, some of them popping off and falling to the ground.
    I fumbled as fast as I could with his belt, pulling it off him and unzipping his pants as his hands glided over my back, my breasts, my neck, running through my hair –
    God, I was so wet.
    I held the waistband of his underwear away from his body to make sure I wouldn’t hurt him when I pulled them off. I reached in and grabbed his cock, feeling it hot and thick and pulsing in my hand, then tugged the boxers down, down past his muscular thighs, all the way to the floor with his pants. I’d forgotten the shoes, though, and the pants hung up around his ankles.
    “Oh GOD,” I groaned, desperate and frantic with desire, and pushed him back on the bed. He laughed, his naked body sprawled out on the covers, as I tugged at his shoes and socks and then pulled off his pants and underwear and then crawled up onto him – hell, raced up onto him – feeling the warmth of his body and the head of his cock trailing across my legs like scorching hot satin.
    I leaned over him, my breasts dangling against his chest, and kissed him hard, pressing my hips hard against his thick, gorgeous cock.
    He kissed me back, his tongue filling my mouth, then reached up and grabbed my hair and rolled me onto my back.
    With a frantic push of his knees against mine, he separated my legs, and then I felt the swollen, soft head against my lips, and he pushed inside me, my wetness drenching him, letting him slide in so fast and so easily that I gasped with shock and pleasure.
    He grabbed my hair with both hands and forced my head to stay still as he looked into my eyes and whispered, “I love you,” as his cock eased further inside me, filling me up, going deeper and deeper, making me moan in ecstasy.
    “I love you,” he whispered, his eyes gazing into mine, and I felt his massive thickness recede inside me, then come surging back, filling me again to the point of bursting with pleasure.
    “I love you,” I whispered, my eyes filling with tears of joy – and then I closed them and moaned as he thrust inside me again. I opened them when I felt his lips on mine, hot and feverish and frantic.
    His eyes never left mine – it was like he was staring at the very depths of my soul as he thrust inside me over and over, filling me up, taking me higher and higher, bringing me closer and closer to him, pressing deep inside my body, receding, almost leaving, then returning, making love to me, being inside me, becoming one with me, and the entire time he looked into my eyes he murmured over and over, “I love you,” his face full of tenderness and longing and love.
    Tears were running down my face as I smiled, unable to contain my joy, as I whispered, “I love you… I love you, too… I love you…” interrupted only by my cries of pleasure.

Copyright 2012-2016 Olivia Thorne
No part of this excerpt may be reprinted or reused without author's permission.

Share by: