My nails dig into his flesh. “Oh, my God. Wait,” I say breathlessly. My hips twist, trying to ease him out.
“Look at me.” His voice is rough, which I still love.
My gaze rises, and our eyes lock.
After a moment, I shift under him, the uncomfortable stretch intensifying. “You’re too big, I think. For me.”
“No, I’m not. Slide your hand down to rub your clit, baby.”
His arm muscles strain under my hands. I can feel how hard his body is working to keep itself still. He wants to move. He wants to claim me.
“Do it. Move your hand there, kitten.”
His voice is irresistible. My hand snakes down, feeling his abs and then lower. I find my clit and circle it.
After a few moments, the tingling arousal from my fingers connects to something deeper, where I’m so full. My hips move again, but this time it’s not to escape. It’s a small pulse that feels good.
His head drops low. “That’s it,” he says in a husky voice. “My cock is where it’s meant to be, and I’m gonna fuck you with it.”
I shudder and rub myself harder. The ache intensifies, but it’s more anticipation than pain.
His pelvis draws back, and I feel my pussy losing him. Then he rocks forward, thrusting into me and hitting a spot deep inside me that is meant for him to touch. My walls contract, hugging him.
I groan, my fingertips pausing. “There,” I whisper. “Exactly that.”
For him, instinct takes over. The rhythm is steady and relentless.
My hips rise to meet his, and my fingers rub their own steady rhythm over my clit. He’s so strong that the whole bed rocks every time he thrusts.
My free hand slides down his arm, so I can feel the groove of his triceps. His muscles are hard and rippling beneath his skin. There’s so much power concentrated in his body, and he’s forcing it all into mine.
Something primal and secret passes between us. We’re as we’re meant to be. Man. Woman. Interlocking bodies. Skin against skin. Flesh inside flesh.
I build toward an orgasm, and it breaks through me, waves overtaking the shore. It rips a moan from my throat.
He pumps faster, the bed banging the wall so loudly I worry he’ll punch a hole through it.
Then he stiffens, tips his head back, and groans. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Shane exhales, pumping more slowly, now in sharp little pulses. His breath is ragged, and he lowers his head and kisses me, licking the inside of my mouth and my lips, and then sucking on me.
If he could, he would eat me alive. And I would let him.
“You can’t know,” he whispers. “You can’t understand how right we are together, but I’m telling you…” He shudders and lowers his mouth to suck on my breast as his cock withdraws.
My body melts into the mattress, still humming from the aftershocks.
He licks my nipple and slowly kisses my breast. “You’re everything. From the second I first set eyes on you.” His mouth moves up to suck on my collarbone and then my neck. A soft groan tickles my ear. “You don’t know.”
“I do know,” I whisper, my fingers stroking his back. “I love you, too.”
36
SHANE
For twenty-four hours, we’re caught in a rhythm that’s all our own. The mood isMoonrise KingdommeetsHunger Games: Catching Fire. She killed to survive and because of that, she’s highly sought after. But what she needs is an escape, which is where the lovestruck guy with survival skills comes in. We’ll call that guy Shane.
We return to my house first, and Avery pauses just inside the door. “Show me the locked room, okay?” Clear blue eyes trap mine, assessing me. Testing me.
