His jaw was hard with the effort of not coming, his pupils were blown, that was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and he made it sexier when he growled, “I’m finishing in you.”
“All righty,” I agreed.
He kissed me, and I knew something else was going on, I heard the foil tear, but I was concentrating on his tongue dueling with mine.
I knew he’d taken care of business when he wrapped an arm around my waist and hauled me up.
I curled my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his hips.
He gazed into my eyes as his other hand moved between us.
And then he dragged me down and filled me.
Oh God.
Beautiful.
Gorgeous.
Life.
My head fell back and then my body fell back because Battle was again on top of me, and he was fucking me.
His eyes holding mine, his hand cupping my jaw in a gesture that was not tender, but claiming (and I adored it), his thumb tight on my lips.
He pressed.
I opened.
He slid his thumb in.
I sucked it hard.
He growled and fucked me harder.
He got my drift when I nipped the pad of his thumb, he pulled it out, I gasped, “Honey,” bucked under him, curled my arms and legs tighter around him, arched my neck back and came.
Blinding…
Earth shaking…
Mindless…
Amazing…
Oblivion.
With a thumb in the flesh under my chin, he pushed my head even further back, bit hard at my neck, I convulsed under him as another orgasm built instantly and washed through so strong, I had to fist a hand in his hair to hold on lest it sweep me away.
And then he filled me, groaning deep and gorgeous, as I held his big body while it shuddered through his orgasm.
He rolled us even before it was fully done, so I was straddling him and lying on him as he finished and came down.
I knew he was out of the thrall when his hands began to meander, though one meandered quickly to my ass and laid claim pretty vehemently, considering the pads of his fingers were pressing into my cleft.
Oh yeah.
The duke really liked my ass.
