I drag two fingers through her slick heat and bring them to her lips. “Taste how sweet you are.”
She sucks my finger into her mouth without breaking eye contact.
I swear my brain short-circuits. I shove my jeans down, not giving a damn where they land, and settle between her thighs. Between kisses, I strip her the rest of the way, her bra falling, her shirt gone. My hands clamp on her hips like I might lose my grip on reality.
“This what you wanted?” I breathe against her ear. “Me losing my mind over you?”
She nods quick, desperate. “Yes.”
I slide my hand between her legs again just to hear that filthy slick sound that turns me inside out. She’s so wet it feels obscene. It feels perfect.
“Say it,” I tell her.
She swallows, eyes dark. “I want you to lose control.”
That’s all it takes. I line myself up and push in slow, barely an inch, and she squeezes around me like she was made for this. I groan against her throat, then drive the rest of the way in, a deep, perfect stretch that steals both our breaths.
Her back arches. Her nails drag down my spine. “Blade.”
“That’s right,” I rasp as I pull out and slam back into her. “Say my name. Say it like it’s the only thing you know.”
Every thrust rocks her, greedy and gorgeous, her body gripping me like she’s trying to keep me inside forever. Her moans get louder, faster, punching right through my ribs.
My hand slides up and around her throat. Not tight. Just claiming. “You belong right here,” I growl. “Under me. Taking me. Wanting me.”
She tries to answer but it breaks into a choked cry. She’s close again. Already. I slow just enough to torture her, hips rolling deep and slow. “You gonna come again for me?”
“Yes.” Her voice is wild and thin. “Please. I… I need…”
I don’t let her finish. I drive into her harder, fingers finding her clit again like I’m wired to her pleasure. Her legs shake. Her breathing shatters. She’s right there on the edge of ruin.
“Come for me,” I order. “Right now.”
She breaks beautifully. Screams into my mouth, clutching tight around me, pulse trembling everywhere. I hold her through every aftershock, grinding deep, taking everything she gives and still needing more.
I grin against her mouth like I just won a damn war, because honestly, I kind of did. She’s still pulsing around me and I’m nowhere near done. Not even close.
I grip her thighs and push them higher, opening her up for me. “Look at you,” I mutter. “Falling apart and I’m still inside.”
Her eyes flutter and she tries to speak but all she gets out is a tiny whimper that shoots right to my cock. I laugh under my breath, smug and starving. “Yeah. That one.”
I pull out slow, just enough to make her gasp, then slam back in. The headboard rattles. I feel her whole body respond, like she’s tuned to only me now.
“Blade.” It’s barely a voice, more like a prayer.
“I hear you,” I say, kissing her hard because I need her mouth on mine or I’ll lose the last shred of sanity I have. My tongue tangles with hers, messy and hot, and I can taste her moan before I hear it.
I grab the backs of her knees and lift, folding her into my thrusts. The angle changes and she cries out, nails digging into my arms like she’s trying to anchor herself to earth.
“Too deep?” I ask, teasing.
She shakes her head fast, breath catching. “More.”
Oh I love her.
I fuck her harder, letting everything I’ve been holding back pour into every push. Jealousy. Hunger. Months of pretending I don’t dream about her every night. All of it slams into her, over and over.
Her tits bounce with each thrust, perfect and tempting, so I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth, teeth grazing. She arches, grabbing my hair, begging without words.
