She shivered and bit back a moan. That had been a fantasy of hers a long time ago. Before her ex, she’d never been with someone she trusted enough to mention it, and there had never beenanytrust with him. He’d never cared about her needs. He’d take what he wanted and leave her frustrated, hurting, and alone.
Havoc’s nostrils flared, and she knew he’d noticed her reaction.
“You’d like that?” he asked.
“Maybe.” It was as close as she could come to admitting it, but even that made her cheeks heat.
“When you admit that is what you want, I’ll do it.” He gripped the bottom of her T-shirt and drew it over her head. “Until then, I know what you need right now.”
He tossed her shirt away. Then he turned and scanned the surrounding area. About two meters away was a tree with a trunk as wide as their shuttle. “That will do.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he moved to stand in front of her and tapped his chest. “Up.”
She understood what he wanted her to do. Without a word, she put her hands on his shoulders while he caught her around the waist. She hopped up, and he lifted her until her head was level with his. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Perfect.” Havoc brushed a kiss to her lips as he settled her even lower so his cock was trapped between the folds of her pussy, the hard, heated length of him pressed against her clit.
She moaned and squirmed, rubbing herself over him, desperate to slake even a small part of her need.
Instead of taking her immediately, he strode over to the trunk of the same tree. When her back was pressed against the surprisingly smooth bark, he changed his grip to hold her by the hips.
“This is the part where you scream my name,” he told her and then crushed his mouth against hers. Their tongues tangled as he pulled his hips back until his cockwas seated at her entrance. She arched her back, giving him more room, desperate for him to bury himself inside her.
“Please,” she whispered the word into his mouth as he kissed her.
He made a soft sound that was nothing like the roar he’d made before. It took her a moment to realize what it was. The sound buzzed against her tongue and rumbled in his chest where it was pressed to hers.
He was purring, and it was the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. She buried one hand in the thick length of his hair, wrapping the coarse strands around her fingers. It was more like a mane than human hair, which made sense. Havoc was nothing like the human men she’d been with. He was better in every way.
One of those ways made itself clear as he eased his thick cock into her pussy. One, two, and then three, his ridges slid inside, rubbing against flesh so sensitive that she nearly came on the spot.
His tongue invaded her mouth as he pinned her against the tree. She felt the cool smoothness of the bark as a counterpoint to the blazing heat of his kiss. She arched her back, pushing her hips toward him and driving his cock deeper.
“Maddison,” he groaned her name like a prayer as he buried himself to the hilt. He filled her so completely that even the smallest movement created a delicious friction between them.
“Mmhmm,” she made an incoherent noise, hersenses too scrambled to form words. If this was what he meant when he’d promised her pleasure, she needed to redefine that word.
She’d been wrong about what she needed in her life. It wasn’t stability or quiet. It was Havoc.
He withdrew slowly, the ridges of his cock sliding along her inner walls. She flexed her body around him, drawing a low, shuddering growl that vibrated through his chest and into hers.
She braced herself for his next thrust, her hands moving from his shoulders to grip his horns. That gave her leverage to push downward, chasing what she needed. What she craved.
He drove upward, filling her again, but this time he didn’t stop. He continued to pound into her until she was lost in a storm of pleasure more intense than she thought possible.
He claimed her with every stroke, her body giving way to his as the friction between them grew to an inferno. In that moment, she belonged to him completely. He controlled everything—her pleasure, her body, her mind.
“You. Are. Mine.” His words came at the same driving beat of his thrusts.
She clung to his horns and kissed him back, the sharp points of his fangs grazing her tongue. The tiny bite of pain blended with an ocean of pleasure, and she felt herself sliding toward release.
As if sensing the change, he raised her higher,altering the angle between their bodies so the ridges on his cock slid over her clit.
“Yes, oh, yes. Please, Havoc. I…I need…”
Words escaped her lips unbidden, the sentiment unfinished, but he understood and gave her what she needed.
The rhythm between them changed, his thrusts growing more erratic. His cock swelled, filling her even more, and she knew he was as close to breaking as she was.
