His pace was relentless and his strokes so filling. The wild noises he made in his throat only added to what he was doing to my body. I knew he was making them for me.
I’d be the only woman to ever hear this beast of a man come apart. I’d be the only woman to ever see this beast of a man become vulnerable enough to let go and release himself inside of me.
He’d kill for me.
I’d kill for him too—no other woman would ever touch what was mine.
Death was the only force strong enough to come between us, and I refused to let that touch us either.
My body reflected that. The noises from my throat did too.
“Maeve,” he almost growled out. “Fuck!”
My hips started to meet his, thrust for thrust, and the feel of beautiful defeat tore through me as I shattered a few seconds before him. He growled like an animal tearing into a meal as he exploded inside of me.
It felt like my body was bloodless, my lungs burning with fire, as I leaned into him, barely able to wrap my arms around his neck.
The world seemed so quiet suddenly.
Except for the proof of life—my heart and his still pounding like drums. I could feel the pulse in his neck throbbing against my lips. I sighed, and a shiver ran through him.
He set me back some, his eyes still hungry and roving over my body. He removed a few pieces of my hair from my skin and then sank his hand underneath my hair, pulling my mouth to his. It was a kiss that seemed to twist at the end, entangling and fusing us together.
He lifted me off the counter and brought me into the bedroom, setting me down on the bed. He took a step back, his eyes not missing an inch of skin as he seemed to study me. His hand roamed down to his engorged cock. It was slick from what’d we’d just done. He started to stroke his shaft, from base to tip, his eyes lowering, his mouth parting a little.
His breath picked up when I slid a finger from my navel up to my throat and back down again, detouring to circle my nipple. He growled when I started to barely brush the tip, and my legs parted. He stepped up to me, one hand still stroking himself, and slipped his finger inside of me. He was pushing his seed in, and when I pushed against his finger and started to moan, twisting my nipple, his eyes heated like he was jealous of my hand.
I was jealous of his too.
I went to stop him, but he shook his head. “Keep doin’ what you’re doin’, my intoxication.”
A breathless whine slipped from my lips, but I was so turned on, I couldn’t stop myself. I started squeezing my nipple as his finger slid in and out, but then I moved away from it and started to touch myself. He growled a little and gripped himself tighter, his hand moving faster. I was writhing against the sheets, biting the pillow, watching him watching me.
When his paced picked up, so did mine.
His hips were thrusting, his hand pumping.
We were both making desperate, strangled noises.
Until I couldn’t take it. I was still so sensitive from before. And this was…erotic in a way I’d never experienced before. He was so damn sexy. All I could think about was what he was doing as my hand started to move faster, obeying my body’s needs.
“Please,” I barely got out. “I’m about to—!” All the blood in my body seemed to rush down at once, and I made a noise that seemed to gush out at the same time he positioned his cock at my entrance and started to finish there before he slipped inside, pushing himself in deep with a long, guttural groan.
I couldn’t hold back. Another orgasm ripped through me at the feel of him, even though he’d only thrust inside of me once.
His mouth was close to my ear as he hotly whispered, “You like that, my intoxication’? Watchin’ me come apart for you? Rubbin’ that perfect arse against the sheets, bitin’ that pillow like it was me?”
It was hard to answer him. He was nibblin’—nibbling at my ear, his minty breath fanning over my skin. He was hard again, and I was barely hanging on. But there was something inside of me. A fire he’d started.
I was still jealous. I wanted to be the one who gave him pleasure like that. Then again…it was so hot.
“How didyoulike that?” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “You could have been inside of me, warm, wet, willing. Instead…” I looked down at his hand.
He growled low in his throat, a little pissed off too, and taking me by the wrists, pinned them above my head. He came in to kiss me, but I bit at his lip, snapping my teeth at him. His face transformed, a slight grin coming to it. It was a bit devilish.
“You goin’ to bite me, my little doe?”
“Get close enough and find out, my beast.”
