Ten minutes, a hundred, a lifetime passed as he continued driving her higher, torturing her, making her do nothing but accept the raw pleasure he gave her. The world centered around Seth Volk and what he was doing to her. Deep down, in the tiny portion of her brain that still worked, she knew with certainty that had been his intention.
She didn’t care.
His rough tongue flicked her clit again—just hard enough to have her pleading. Not enough to orgasm. Incoherent gasps panted from her, full of need—and demand.
Suddenly, his strong hands gripped her hips and shoved her up the bed. He stood, sliding over her, covering her. Tangling his hands in her hair, he slanted his mouth over hers in a soft, gentle kiss.
Her legs shot around his hips, her feet hooking together. Desperation caught on a sob.
She rubbed against him, trying to force him inside her.
His kiss continued, slowly, so much in control.
Grabbing his ass, she clutched her nails into impressive muscles.
He growled, levering up. “Slow down. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re killing me,” she panted. “Enough.”
A vein stood out in his neck while his shoulders vibrated as he kept control. Sweat dotted his forehead. “Slow.”
Oh. So he didn’t want to lose control. She clutched harder, the unspoken challenge tipping her lips. Her butt lifted as her feet pressed him against her. “Now, Seth.”
His entire body hardened…stiffened as he tried to keep control. The impressive muscles in his upper arms tightened and vibrated.
Her smile even felt dangerous. Keeping his gaze, she licked his bottom lip. His sharp intake of breath spurred her confidence. Then she bit.
Hard.
His mask of control dropped. A fierce growl ripped from his chest and sounded entirely too real.
Grabbing her hip, lifting her off the bed more, he plunged into her with enough force to ram the headboard against the wall. Plaster flew.
Pain ricocheted through her body, only to be quickly overcome by a feral pleasure—a spiraling so intense she could do nothing but accept it. She breathed out on a whimper and just held on.
Out of control, he pounded. So hard, so fast, more plaster flew into her hair.
The unbreakable grip on her hip tightened. He yanked her up every time he plunged deep.
His hard shaft filled her, slamming nerves with an impossible friction. He’d given her such pleasure, there was no doubt he wastakingnow. Taking whatever he needed…whatever he wanted.
That thought threw her into an orgasm so powerful she shut her eyes and cried out his name. He somehow thrust harder…deeper…prolonging the rippling waves throughout her body until she wanted to beg. Beg him to never stop.
His speed increased. Dropping his head to the crook of her shoulder, his entire body shook as he came. The suddenness of his eruption threw her into another orgasm that had her legs gripping his hips strong enough to bruise her thighs.
Finally, he slowed. Then stopped. Yet they remained joined.
Sweat slicked their bodies. Her heart beat so hard she could barely breathe. He panted, his massive chest rising rapidly.
His hair brushed her cheek.
She could only blink. Too much emotion, too many feelings tore through her…way too quickly. A small part of her wondered if she’d always wear Seth Volk just under her skin. This was beyond sex.
He inhaled. Firm lips brushed against hers in a kiss so gentle that tears sprang to her eyes. When he lifted his head, the question in his dark eyes mirrored the one in her heart.
What in the world had just happened?
Chapter20
