His mouth pulled from hers, but he didn’t go far. He kissed a path down her neck. Licked. Bit lightly. Maybe left a mark.
Only fair. She’s marked me, soul deep. I’ll wear her mark until I die.
Her flying fingers went to work on the zipper of his jeans. “The position is making this hard,” she gasped out. “I can’t reach you enough?—”
“Princess, I’m the one who is hard.” And he bit her again. Lightly. Sensually.
She shuddered. “Do not joke now.”
Who was joking? Her stroking fingers had to feel the giant cock that was hungry for her. He never bothered with underwear, so when she’d unzipped his jeans, his dick had surged into her hot hands.
“I’m gonna fuck you right now.” He could barely speak. Control was long gone. “Unless you tell me to stop.” She needed to tell him?—
Her long lashes lifted so that she was staring straight at him. “Fuck me right now,” Agnes told him.
He backed away. One step. No more. He yanked off her shoes. Hauled down her jeans and panties, and she was completely bare from the waist down. Her legs parted, showing him the treasure that waited.
His.
He had to taste her. Had to put his mouth on her as she sprawled back on the pool table and opened wider for him. He had to lick her clit. Over and over. Had to drive his tongue inside of her.
“Cass! I don’t want to come until you’re in me!”
His tongue was in her. In and out. Lapping her up greedily because her taste obsessed him. He could not get enough. Wasn’t sure that he would ever be able to get enough. More, more, more.
“Cass!” He heard the pleasure break in her cry.
A savage smile curled his lips. He grabbed for his wallet and yanked out the condom inside. Thank fuck for that condom.
He rolled it on, had his jeans around his knees, and he hauled her as close to the edge of the pool table as he could position her. Then Cass took her. Drove deep and sank into the tightest, hottest paradise he’d ever reach in this lifetime. His dick slammed home, he buried himself as far as he could go, filling her and feeling the tight, eager clasp of her body around him.
Her hands flew over the pool table. Balls went flying behind her. They hit. Clinked. He was pretty sure one even went into the corner pocket.
Screw the balls.
He withdrew. Pulled nearly out of her. Then…
In. As deep as he could go. Forcing his cock in, inch by inch, making her take him as she lifted her hips up against him. As she stretched out on the pool table and her legs rose to lock around his hips. He leaned over her. Drove into her. Pounded into her as she twisted and moaned and heaved against him.
Too hard. Too rough. Too fierce. He knew all of these things. He should have given her care. Tenderness. Except there wasn’t a whole lot of care or tenderness in his life. He didn’t even know how to show care. There had been so little that was delicate or precious in his life, not in a very long time.
“Don’t hold back with me!” Her demanding cry.
He stared down at her. Her bright gaze met his. So sharp. So stunning.
She thinks that she loves me.
His stare darted over her. A red line circled the wrist he’d cuffed. I did that to her, dammit. I hurt her. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. He’d just wanted to protect her.
Her much smaller body was beneath his, open, taking him. Ready.
I can’t hurt her. Don’t want to hurt her.
“Cass!” She shook her head. “Don’t. Hold. Back.”
He didn’t. He let go. Need took over. Control obliterated. Hell, who was he kidding? His control had long been obliterated with her. He never, ever should have taken her the first night. But, now his fate was sealed. So was hers.
He would not let her go. He would not lose her.
