“You don’t need to rush this.”
My hand moves to the back of his neck and pulls him closer.
We kiss as though the world’s ending.
His hand slides between my legs and rubs my clit. I ease my legs apart, welcoming his touch. I place my hand over his, pressing it down harder, wanting something I can’t name.
My other hand finds his hard cock and teases it. “I want all of you.”
He raises his head to look down at me, his own fingers still stroking me. “I doubt you know what you want right now.”
“I do.”
“Let’s start with an orgasm, and then see—”
“No,” I snap. “Stop hesitating. Do you want me or not?”
His fingers grind to a halt, and his eyes narrow.
“Sorry.” I lick my lips and tilt my head. “I just know…and I don’t want you to be too nice. Be the way you normally are. What I need—” The words break off as I try to figure out how to explain myself. “I need—”
Shane lowers his head, so his mouth is near my ear. “Your beast?”
“Yes.”
He understands. As usual.
“There will be no turning back from this.” His voice is rough-edged and hard. “If we do this, don’t expect me to let you go afterward because I won’t.”
I shiver and squeeze his forearm, my body sizzling with anticipation.
“Answer me, Avery.” The dark command in his voice makes me squirm.
“What?” I whisper.
“You. Me. Inseparable. Say you understand.”
Warnings drip off the edge of my mind like raindrops in the distance. I hear them, but don’t care about them. Not now. There’s blood on my hands, and the fear of what will happen next hovers all around me like fog. But here, with him, I can erase everything. Just for a while.
“I understand.”
He rises from the bed and gets a condom from his wallet. Before his cock disappears under the latex, I see it’s hard and dark with blood. Yeah, this is what we both want.
“Spread your legs,” Shane orders when he returns to the bed.
My legs inch farther apart, and he moves above me and guides his cock to the soft aching entrance to my body. He kisses me, slow and sweet.
Then his hips rock forward ruthlessly.
Oh, my God.
My flesh reluctantly relents, tearing and spreading around him. It hurts, and every bit of my mind focuses sharply on the place inside me that he’s stretching to accommodate himself.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so tight and wet for me.” He buries his head in my neck and starts to move.
My hands grab his shoulders.
There’s another forceful thrust, and he’s deeper.
