She’d been distraught and had been in no condition to make such a decision. What the hell kind of person was he that he’d gone ahead and made it for her anyway?
“Finish.” Her eyes opened, and her usually lilting voice sounded harder. “I want to finish what we started.”
A battle waged in his mind. He moved his hips to withdraw, but her legs clenched around him.
“Please?”
What the hell was a man supposed to do?
He made a half-thrust, watching her eyes which no longer reflected pain, but… hunger—desire.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Oh, Axel, how does this hurt and feel so… wonderful at the same time?”
In answer, he pushed deeper, prompting a soft moan.
“Again.”
He accommodated her request.
Deeper. So damn good.
Again.
He seated himself completely, and then she was moving with him, clutching him, urging him with both her body and her words.
When the beginnings of his release threatened to slide down his spine, Mantis wedged his hand between the two of them. He’d brought her this far; he’d be damned if she wouldn’t experience all the benefits of lovemaking.
“Axel, Axel…” She was panting now, tensing. Ten seconds. He closed his eyes and claimed her mouth, driving his tongue past her lips with the same rhythm he moved his hips, the same beat of pressure he applied with his thumb.
Only after she arched her back did Mantis relinquish control. Deeper, hold deeper. Exquisite pleasure no longer slid but shot from the top of his spine to every last nerve in his body.
Fuck!
He jerked his hips back, grasping himself in one fist, but he’d spent some inside. Not a tremendous amount, but…
Fuck.
Their labored breathing hovered in the space between them. Felicity had closed her eyes and thrown one arm across her forehead.
His arms shook from keeping his weight off her.
But not as much as his insides.
Because he’d gone and done the unthinkable. And for all intents and purposes, just gotten himself engaged.
Duty be damned
Felicity wasn’t dead inside, not really, even though she’d wished she was as she’d escaped from the card room, running away after watching Jules propose.
The magnitude of what she’d just done threatened to topple what remained of her sanity, and yet, her heartbeat slowed.
She could still feel him hovering over her--their breaths bouncing between them, his arms bracketing her head, his giant thighs relaxed between her legs.
Perhaps if she kept her eyes closed, he would go away.
“Felicity?”
