…until Wraith grabs me under my arms and tosses me on the mattress.
“Enough, unless you want me coming in your mouth,” he growls.Um, no. Another time, sure, but not tonight, thank you very much. He nods toward the headboard. “Move up.”
I back-crawl up the bed, every part of me aching for every part of him. A predator, he follows, and settles on top of me. And, oh God, it feels perfect. Like we were made to be here, in this moment together. I graze my nails down his back, over thick cords of muscle and fresh scars, to the firm cheeks of his ass.
He notices the grin I can’t hide. “What’s with the smile?”
I squeeze his ass. “You have a nice butt.”
“Thanks. Squats. You got nice everything.” He grinds himself against me, a wicked gleam in his dangerously dark eyes. “I’m going to light you up.”
I arch against him. “You already made me feel good.”
“Nah, runt. That was the warmup. This here’s the workout.” Wraith positions himself between my legs. I squeeze my eyes closed and stiffen beneath him. “Open your eyes. I want you to see who’s fucking you.”
Wraith probes me with his tip, and stupid me expected it to feel the same as his finger. It does not. It’s wider. Smoother. He stretches me. Pushes deeper. An inch at a time, restraint a high cost to a man who takes what he wants. But here he is, with sweat rolling down the sides of his face. His brows are pinched together in a fierce frown. Veins bulge and pump in his neck. His jaw is set, and with each gentle surge forward, he rasps out a breath between clenched teeth.
He looks like the strain is going to kill him. Might as well help him out and put him out of his misery.
He lets out a low groan when I roll my hips. “Oh fuck, Jamie. Don’t do that.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“I’m tryingnotto hurt you,” he grinds out. “Do that again, and I’m gonna lose it.”
Apparently, I’m not good at following sound advice. I thrust upward.
He nips my neck. “You were warned.”
Yes, I certainly was.
With one hand, Wraith grips my hip. The other hooks around my knee to pin my leg against his side. He drives forward, his width stretching me. His long length fills me. There’s some pain but nothing terrible. It’s the extreme fullness that’s uncomfortable as my body expands to accommodate his size.
“You still good?”
I give him a thumbs-up. “Yep.”
He rolls his eyes. “Thumbs-up? Really?”
“Bad etiquette?”
“Not when you do it.” He kisses the tip of my nose.
“Are we almost done?”
He barks out a laugh, and his penis jumps inside me. “No, we’re not almost done, you little shit.”
I press my forehead against his shoulder and talk into his chest. “Some men finish fast.”
“I don’t.”
Of course he doesn’t. And he proves just how good he is at making my body sing when he withdraws until just the tip of him stays in me. Then he sends a shock wave to every cell in my body by driving in so deep, I swear to God, I feel him in every part of me. He pumps his hips, and I dig my nails into his shoulders to keep from floating out to a whole other universe.
“That felt nice,” I say on a breathless moan.
“Damn right, it did.”
He rocks into me, slow and steady, the friction building a slow pressure in my sex. Imprinting the size and shape of him in my body. But he’s holding back. I can sense it because I know Wraith.
