Bastian groaned.
Yes, that was what I wanted to hear. I moved down, just a few teasing inches, then up, then down, up. I love feeling the exquisite tension in his big body.
The next time I went down, I went way down, as deep as I could go.
“Hell,” he groaned, his voice thick.
He didn’t sound like cool, controlled Bastian Thorne.
I sucked harder, and his hand slid into my hair and clenched. I felt the sting on my scalp. I liked it. As I bobbed up and down, I looked up his magnificent body. Our gazes clashed.
The heat in his eyes scorched me. I felt slick between my thighs, everything inside me throbbing.
Mine.He’s mine.
This was my cock. My hard body. My handsome face. All of him was mine.
When his hand twisted, forcing me to take more of him, I shoved those dangerous thoughts away. Pleasure was growing inside me, threatening to spill out. The deep, throaty noises he made were the best sounds I’d ever heard.
I needed more of him. With a pop, I released his cock and scrambled on top of him. Those dark eyes looked like glistening, molten rock. I gripped his cock and straddled him.
Bastian gripped my hips. I thrust down as he thrust up.
His big cock filled me and I whimpered. His hand slid to my ass, gripping my cheeks and urging me to move.
Lifting my hips, I rode him, bouncing on his cock. I filled myself with him.
“Yes, baby.Fuck.” His hot gaze roved over me, dropping to where I was taking his cock. His hand squeezed my buttock, urging me to move faster.
A second later, he sat up. One hand slid into my hair, while the other wrapped around my body, thrusting me down to take him all.
“Bastian.” My tone was begging.
“My sweet Lark. My sexy little assassin. She loves being full of my cock.”
Everything in me pulsed.
His hand slipped between our straining bodies and he pinched my clit.
I flew apart. My orgasm felt like it went on forever.
Suddenly, my body was lifted off him. Bastian tossed me on the bed, on my belly. He yanked my hips up and slammed back inside me.
I cried out, my hands twisting in the sheets.
God. He powered inside me. Every thrust made my body jolt. His hand slid into my hair. He tugged me onto my hands, and roared as he found his own release. His body bucked against mine.
I’d loved listening to him come.
Finally, his hand released my hair and I collapsed onto the bed. Then, I felt his lips on the back of my neck, on my shoulder blades, down my spine. I smiled. Who knew that Bastian could be sweet as well as sexy.
“Want to shower again?” he asked.
“No. I kinda like having you on me, inside me.”
He pulled me into his body, and I snuggled into him.
“I didn’t ask if you were on anything? Contraception.”
