I look down and find Rogan’s devilishly good-looking face watching me, a hint of a smirk dancing on his lips and gleaming in his sultry gaze.
The heat builds even more, and I whimper, not from pain, but because it’s making everything very,verysensitive.
What the hell?
“Wha...what are you doing?” I demand as I start to writhe and wiggle underneath him.Fuck, he feels big. Did he feel that big before? What, does he have Go, Go Gadget dick?
“Are you going to say it?” he taunts, and I swear to fuck, if he so much as sneezes, I’m going to come so hard I’m going to need to be resurrected again.
“Are you giving me menopause?” I demand, panting. “Are these hot flashes, because I didn’t know they came with a side oforgasm so good you might just die.”
Rogan laughs, and yep, that does it. I shatter around him so hard that I now know what a meteorite feels like when it slams into the ground and gets obliterated. I’m pretty sure I turn into dust. Rogan must Swiffer me back into a person, because the next thing I know, I’m screaming like one of those porn stars that makes you roll your eyes, because there’s no way in hell it’sthat good.And yet, somehow, it’sthat fucking good.
Rogan thrusts shallowly in and out of me as I slam back into my body, the movement the perfect pace to draw out the life-altering release that has me convinced I’m now nothing more than dust bunnies.
“Mmmmm, I see you like the taste of my blood magic,” he purrs against my mouth as he nips and flicks his tongue teasingly against my bottom lip. “I was going to wind you up and then let you cool off as punishment, but I like the way you come all over my cock too much to hold out on you,” he admits, punctuating the declaration with a sumptuous roll of his hips.
I laugh at his admission, but it comes out sounding more like a dazed sigh. Without warning, heat starts to move in a direct path from between my thighs up to my nipples, and I moan and groan at the same time.
Holy Crone, Maiden, and Mother, I just found what I want to do for the rest of my life.
“You’re heating my blood,” I accuse, annoyed when the indictment is a blissed out slur of words instead of an outraged challenge.
“Are you going to say it back?” he demands smoothly, a smile in his tone. He emphasizes each word of his question with a pulse of heat starting at my nipples and radiating down into my breasts.
It’s like he’s sucking on both nipples at the same time, while also pinching them lightly and kneading my breasts to an entirely different rhythm. But none of that is actually happening, because he has one hand at the small of my back and the other is supporting his weight while he moves his cock in and out of me like he hasn’t a care in the world.
This motherfucker is going to orgasm me to death,I realize, as he works my body like he knows it better than I do. I debate holding out—I mean, what a way to go—but there’s a small spark of vulnerability in his eyes, and the last thing I want him to think is that I don’t feel the same way.
“It’s just that I never thought it would be possible, you know?” I start, adopting a shy, hesitant mien. Rogan’s playful countenance gentles, and his gaze softens with understanding. “With everything that’s happened between us, I didn’t quite trust what my heart was telling me, but I can’t deny it,” I admit huskily as I brush hair out of his face and try to breathe through another coalescing orgasm. “I justmightlove you more than your coffee maker,” I announce straight-faced. “It’s probably too early to tell. We are new to this whole love thing, but the potential is definitely there.”
Rogan barks out a laugh, and the loss of his focus gives my nipples and clit a momentary reprieve. I don’t know if I’m grateful for that or disappointed.
“You do put out way easier than she does, and make me feelalmostas good,” I add, trying to hide the cheeky smile that wants to break out on my face.
“Almost?” he growls indignantly, and the giggle sneaking out of me quickly morphs into a deep moan as he starts to pick up his pace between my thighs.
“Almost,” I repeat, gasping as he nips at my neck, his laughter vibrating through me as happiness fills our bond.
“I won’t tell the espresso machine,” he whispers conspiratorially in my ear, his deep sexy voice causing need to settle low in my stomach and goose bumps to crawl up my arms. “Your secret’s safe with me,” he adds, his smile wide, and then he claims my mouth and kisses mealmostright out of my mind. “I fucking love you, Lennox, now scream my name again,” he commands, picking up his pace while heating up every possible erogenous zone I have.
I reach back and grab onto the metal headboard of the bed, trying to ground myself as much as possible as extra heat builds at my nipples, clit, and pussy. Rogan pounds into me, deep and hard, and I start a steady chant ofyou can do it, put your back into it...you know, just to keep that ego in check.
I fight it so hard, but it’s a lost cause. I’m mindless and mewling in a matter of seconds. Another one of those dangeroussoul snatchingorgasms starts to tingle and collect in my core, and I don’t know if I’m afraid of it or ready to jump in feetfirst.
“You feel so fucking good,” Rogan groans, and then he presses my knees back, opening me up even more for him, and starts driving into me even deeper. “Yes, baby, you like that,” he hums.
“No, nobaby,” I gasp and then moan as he fucks me senseless.
“Shit, sorry.”
“Don’t be, I didn’t even know I hated it until you just said it and it felt weird,” I reassure him, groaning with approval as he picks up his pace again.
“Got it, no babes or babies. How about my honey or sweetie?”
I gag at the suggestions, grabbing on to his arms so he can thrust into me even harder.
“What cutesy name am I supposed to use then?” he asks breathily, trying to playfully pout. It doesn’t have the effect he wants because my moans coax out a smug smile instead.
