He moved around the sofa toward the fireplace, and she stiffened. “What are you doing?” she breathed.
For answer, her quiet protector set her on her knees on the sofa seat, facing those doorways, her belly against the back cushions. Her elbows settled on the sofa back. If Malloy came out of his room, he’d see her fully bare breasts. “Denver?” she whispered.
His hand was instantly between her legs from behind.
She gasped, her hips instinctively tilting to give him access. He chuckled again, the sound low and rough as he pressed his knees to the sofa behind her.
“No,” she said, shaking her head, trying to focus. The sensuality, the danger, wrapped around her with desperate heat.
“Yes,” he corrected, his knees nudging her thighs farther apart. “You’re about to learn self-control and obedience, sweetheart.”
She trembled from the dark promise. Why wasn’t she pissed? Her body was one long nerve of need, and all she could do was vibrate in place. He was so sexy, and she wanted everything he had. All that he was. This was part of him, and she craved more.
His big hands palmed her thighs and he lifted her up. “We’re gonna need leverage.”
She caught hold of the back of the sofa, her hands curling over the fabric, her gaze on the darkened doorway hiding the other couple. This was insane. Then the tip of his cock touched her clit, and she cried out from the raw pleasure.
His teeth sank into the back of her shoulder. “Quiet,” he whispered, his voice melted sex.
She blinked, her body shaking with need. Tremors ran down her arms, and she lost her balance, falling onto her left forearm, protecting her bandaged right one. Only his strong hold on her kept her from tumbling over the back of the couch to the floor on the other side.
“Better.” Using his thighs on the sofa for balance, he shoved up into her while also pulling her down.
Pain and sharply edged pleasure exploded inside her, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out again. Her vision hazed. Using both hands, he tilted her butt toward him, forcing her up and slightly over the sofa. Then he slammed back home, his mouth nuzzling her neck.
She arched her back as sensations ripped through her. Keeping quiet was killing her. This was torture. He was torturing her on purpose, and he was enjoying it. “You are such a dick,” she gasped.
He stopped nuzzling. “Oh, you’re going to apologize for that,” he warned.
She shivered.
He released her hip and reached around to toy with a nipple. Ecstasy rippled through her, landing squarely in her clit. She squirmed against him, trying to move, but he held her in place. Then he moved to the other nipple and pinched.
She gasped and pressed against him. “Denver.”
“Apologize for calling me a dick.” Amusement darkened his tone. His fingers tapped from her punished nipple down her abdomen. She sucked in air. He kept going, his touch hot. Oh God. He was heading even farther down.
“I’m sorry for calling you names” she breathed right before he reached her clit.
He sighed and then gently rubbed her. “Fair enough. Now you be quiet, or they’ll hear you and come out.”
Her eyes opened wide and she pressed her lips together.
Denver lifted her up again, apparently done with playing. His thrusts were hard and fast, filling her completely. Each strong stroke pushed her over the back of the sofa before he yanked her toward him again, making her breasts jiggle with each movement. Just when she couldn’t take any more, he hammered even deeper.
So much desperate pleasure filled her it was all she could do not to cry out. Forcing herself to be quiet just enhanced every feeling, every sensation. Finally, his lips brushed her ear. “Now, baby.”
As if her body had just been waiting for his command, she detonated. The room flashed white and then hazed while wave upon wave of raw electricity ripped through her. He thrust faster, his hands bruising her hips, his mouth against her neck. Finally, she came down and went limp with a soft whimper, no longer caring if anybody heard.
He shuddered and then kissed her neck. “There we go,” he murmured softly.
She murmured something in a sensual fog. Cold air brushed her face. The ticking of the clock permeated her cocoon.
Slowly, she lifted her head. Her body, even still wrapped in his, chilled.
It was time.
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