tongue over the scruff
at his jaw before nipping him. He growled and pinned her arms up over her head, holding
them like manacles as he buried his face in her neck and suckled a mouthful of skin
so hard, she was sure she’d proudly be wearing her first hickey by tomorrow morning.
“Please.” She rose up and sank her teeth on his plump lower lip, and he cocked his
head and plunged his tongue in for another taste of her, his flavor dark and decadent
as coffee and chocolate. “Please, please, ” she gasped and twisted under him, never before imagining begging would come so easy
when you were on fire with this unbearable ache.
“You want me fast?” he growled, then he shoved his hips between her thighs. With his
only free hand, he hooked her panties to the side and pressed into her.
“So take me,” he rasped. She felt him at her slit, wide and rigid, pulsing with liquid
heat. She wrapped her legs around him, her ankles digging into his butt. “Yes,” he
moaned. “Take me in. That’s right, take all of me, Ivy.”
She thrust her hips up, allowing him all the way inside, her flesh so sensitive she
felt every pulse of his shaft as he pushed inside her. She moaned with pleasure, her
sheath snug around him. He placed one hand between them and began circling her clit
with his thumb in a delicious rhythm.
Veins bulged in his neck as his head rolled back. “Christ.” He began to move, braced
up on one arm as he thumbed her clit with his other hand, his shoulders straining
above her. Glorying in the feel of him, she met his slow, melting rhythm with slow,
sinuous moves of her own.
He groaned. “Ivy…”
One of her arms coiled around his neck. Clinging to his strength, she opened her mouth
on his shoulder and licked his damp skin—he was warm and salty. “Yes,” she whispered.
She wanted him, all of him. She wished he would hold nothing back.
He moved so that he was braced up on both arms now and he pushed farther in, concentrating
on his fucking. She felt his muscles go taut on a particularly deep in-stroke.
She mewed and watched him as he pushed inside with hard, violent, animalistic strokes.
She was so ready.
Her head rolled back as she arched up, opening to him, and she couldn’t help testing
his name on her lips. “Cade.” He penetrated her fully. Deliciously. His possession
drove her mad. It excited her, his name, short and powerful. He grunted with his efforts,
quiet, maddened with desire. “Cade.” He growled and plowed in deeper, the sound that
erupted from his throat telling her how much he liked it, how much it excited him
to hear her whisper his name. “Cade…”
He cursed softly and seized her hips in his hands. His fingers bit into her flesh
as he yanked out and scraped his cock up her slit and over her clitoris in hard, fast
jabs. His face contorted, the rumble of a growl echoing in the room as his orgasm
hit.
She felt the warmth of him spill across her pussy as his large, muscled body shuddered
while he came.
His orgasm triggered her own, and she gasped and gripped his shoulders as they both
shook and moaned, until they collapsed together in a puddle of limbs and panting breaths
and sweat, neither of them moving for a long while.
* * *
Cade studied the woman on the bed, and his chest tightened with some strange emotion
he’d never felt before. He felt dazed at the sight of her. Drugged.
She was sated and smiling catlike in his bed, languorously spread over his sheets,
and he almost felt … satiated.
Until that black, bottomless hunger yawned open inside of him again, and he bent his
head, intending to feast on her lips for another hour. He wanted to hear her say Cade one more time with her eyes blank with passion and her mouth parted as she struggled
to breathe because he was so big and pumping so hard inside her.
He’d never been so kiss-drunk. He no longer knew the time, his name, just the heat