Then he stood and kicked off his socks. His blood raged through his veins, and a pounding pummeled his brain. He grabbed her ankles and flipped her over, manacling an arm around her waist to pull her up on her hands and knees. He ripped off his shirt. “Hold on.”
She tightened her body and gripped the pillows, open to him. She was ready, and he couldn’t wait. “You can try to mark me again,” she whispered.
The words roared through him. He tried to be gentle, but his hands on her hips were rough, leaving his fingerprints. Her ass was perfect, with round globes, tight and smooth. Pressing at her wet entrance, he shoved in, plowing through tight folds and nearly going mad. Instantly, her body gripped him in silk and fire. God. It was more than he’d ever imagined.
She cried out, her body vibrating around him. “Wow. I mean, I knew about this, but I couldn’t imagine.” Her words came out fragmented and full of need. “This is…”
“Yeah.” Her internal walls caressed his shaft, and lust consumed him. “Feels different, right?”
“Yes.” She ducked her head and pushed back against him, widening her thighs at the same time. “You can go so deep.”
That was his plan. Her innocence and openness spiked right to his heart. There was no way she was lying now, and her honesty touched him in a way he didn’t need at this moment. He pulsed inside her and pulled out to push back in, careful not to scare her.
“I like this,” she whispered, her hair a wild mess down her back.
God, she was sweet. He leaned over her and pressed a soft kiss at the top of her spine, his abs brushing her taut ass. One that now carried his fingerprints.
She shivered. “More, Garrett.” Her voice was a low plea.
He clamped his hands tighter and then pulled out, hammering back inside her. He controlled her with his hands, pulling her back to meet each thrust, his thighs bracketing hers.
Nothing in his entire life had ever felt this good. He was starting to need her in a way that should concern him, but nothing mattered right now except her sweet body taking him. He fucked her hard, losing himself in all of her.
Pain flared hot and bright in his right hand, and he lifted it to study his palm, his breath catching hard in his chest. The marking was even darker than before. Even more insistent.
Her breath quickened, and her body went taut.
“No.” He grabbed her hair and pulled back, forcing her head to come up and her back to arch. “Not yet. Not until I say.”
She mewled a sound of protest but sucked in air, obeying him.
Her soft body was tight, gripping him as if she never wanted to let him go. She was fire and silk, all around him, taking his breath. In that moment, she was everything.
His.
He thrust harder into her, and his balls tightened so painfully he saw darkness. If he could make this second last forever, he would. It was past the time of holding anything back, so he hammered powerfully, three times warning her not to climax. How she prevented herself, he’d never know.
He desperately needed this, and he needed her. With her, the rest of the world and its competing pressures faded away. He could be just Garrett Kayrs and not the future king, the Grizzly enforcer, or a member of the Seven.
Right now, he was just hers.
Her body tightened, and she panted, going stiff as she tried to fight the orgasm. If she went over, she’d take him with her.
The place she took him was as close to heaven as a killer like him would ever reach. She was soft and smart and kind, and too fucking brave for her own good. The woman had jumped into a rushing river to save a toddler, even though she couldn’t swim. Plus, she held an intuition about people that was inspiring. And impressive.
“Garrett, please,” she panted, fighting the hold he had on her head. Then she squeezed his shaft hard enough to nearly push him out.
Explosions detonated between his ears, and flames crackled down his spine to land in his balls. He ground hard inside her and let the marking plant bright on her hip, gently sinking his fangs into her flesh.
“Now, Dessie.”
She jerked and then pushed against him, her body clamping down even harder on him, engulfing him in a paradise he hadn’t realized existed. Then he released himself into her, his chest taking a hit along with the rest of his body.
He groaned and licked her spine, his cock pulsing inside her. He felt every sigh, every twitch, every ripple in her body. Heat flowed along her skin, nearly burning him.
There was no way he could let her go. She belonged to him, and he had to protect her.
She went limp beneath him, and her arms gave out. Her face hit the pillow, and she moaned, stretching her arms out in front of her. He didn’t want to withdraw from her. Not now. Maybe not ever. The feeling of her surrounding him was pure bliss.
