She started to argue, but he forced her mind back on what was happening with a little push.
She startled, unthinkingly grabbing for him. Which was exactly what he’d intended. The warm softness of her palms on his skin sent a fresh wave of heat pulsing to his groin. Very nice.
He thrust again. Harder this time. And deeper.
She gripped him harder, her tiny fingers digging into the muscles flaring off the back of his arms.
Aye, that was good. He held himself there, strangely content to just savor the moment of connection. “Any more requests, my lady?” he said huskily, teasingly.
She lifted her gaze from his chest long enough to look into his eyes. He’d meant it as a joke, but she looked oddly serious—worried even. “Faster, please. Just make it faster.”
He frowned. Obviously, the lady wasn’t as content as he was to make it last. He felt a flicker of temper.
His jaw clenched, tightening his mouth. Well, never let it be said he didn’t give the ladies what they wanted.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed. Giving her a long, hot look, he added, “And hold on tight.”
She was in for the ride of her life.
He surged inside her, and she cried out at the possessive force of it. Her eyes shot to his. “Like that, do you?” he taunted.
She nodded dazedly.
A surge of satisfaction shot through his veins. Holding her gaze, he surged again. Over and over. Faster and faster. Giving her exactly what she wanted, the soft echoes of her gasps egging him on.
He groaned as the familiar pressure started to build in his loins and gather at the back of his spine.
Damn, it felt good.
He could feel her heels digging into his buttocks, her hands sliding from his arms to roam wildly over his hot, slickening back. He was working hard and his body was beginning to show it. His muscles were straining, his arms were sore from propping himself up, and his breath was coming fast from the exertion of thrusting and pounding.
It was hot and hard, lust in its most raw and primal form. But it was also something more. Something deeper. Something that stirred him in the darkest reaches of his soul every time he looked into the fathomless blue of her eyes.
Beautiful.
He could feel it coming. Sensation was building to a frantic beat. His body clenched tighter in anticipation. He gritted his teeth against the urge to come, fighting for control.
He didn’t want to do this alone.
He had no reason to hold back. He’d made her come. He’d done his duty. Kept his side of the unspoken bargain in liaisons such as this. He’d give her pleasure and she’d give him pleasure in return.
But nothing about this felt like a duty. Nothing about this felt like his usual liaisons. Something about this felt important, and he knew it wasn’t going to feel right unless they came together.
He didn’t know why—hell, he didn’t even want to think about it—he just knew it was the way it was.
But God, he wanted to come. His arse clenched against the pull of sensation as her body gripped him, milking, fighting to hang on to each hard stroke.
He wasn’t going to have long to wait. Her breath was coming faster now. Harder and more insistent. She was undulating beneath him, arching her back and lifting her hips to meet the frantic rhythm of his thrusts. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted, her head rolling back—
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice tight with the pressure.
She didn’t want to look. He could see her reluctance as her eyes opened and moved slowly to his. A bolt of shock shot down his spine. Something passed between them. Something hot and intense. Something that sent them both over the edge.
She gasped.
His entire body clenched.
She let out a sharp cry of pleasure that tore through the last strands of his restraint. The pressure he’d been holding in check exploded in a blinding blaze of passion. He couldn’t have pulled out if he’d wanted. He drove hard and deep, as his body broke apart. As the most powerful release he’d ever found shuddered over him in wave after powerful wave.
