He’s relentless and slams into me gain. I grunt and sigh, clinging to his strong arms.
“Serafina?”
I gaze at him.
“I want to turn you over.”
I lie flat on my stomach, my legs spread, vulnerable and in need of more of him. I can feel him crawl between my legs and his skilled fingers invade my core.
“Do you want this, baby?”
Oh, God, if he only knew the extent of my need. How deep it runs. What I’m willing to do to keep him—in my dreams. “Yes,” I whisper, once again on fire and overcome by unspoken emotions.
When he leans over and drags me up on my knees, I can feel his rock-hard cock against my back. I’m so ready. Eagle always had a thing for my ass and doggie style. He’d tease me relentlessly about what he’d do to me one day. That day has arrived and I feel helpless as I grab fistfuls of the sheet and prepare for his invasion.
He spreads my ass cheeks and blows on me. His warm breath makes my skin tingle with pleasure—I swear my toes curl. Am I ready for him?
Eagle fills me instantly. The pain and pleasure of it is so intense I scream. Is this what a stuffed goose feels like? Filled and stretched? He grips my hips and the sweet torture begins. He slams into me over and over again, our flesh slapping together. The biggest surprise is how my body responds. The natural inclination to move with him. I’ve never done this before, never been touched and kissed like this. Never been fucked. But in my inexperienced mind that’s what I’m doing to Eagle, screwing him, too.
The friction is a constant reminder of who’s really in control, that in the moment I belong to Eagle. That’s how bikers think, in caveman terms. But so do their women.Mine,I think as he reaches around and cups my breast.Mine,as he rakes his fingernails down the center of my back.Mine,as he hammers into me and growls like an animal.Mine,as he finally screams my name and empties himself inside me, my own orgasm ripping through me.
We’re both out of breath and panting. Neither one of us moves. It feels like I just ran a marathon and my body is rebelling. My pussy is sore, my legs are weak and quivering, and there’s tears in my eyes I can’t let him see.
Finally, he pulls out of me. I hear him mumble something and pad across the room. I turn just in time to see him dispose of the condom in the trashcan by the door. What shocks me is that his cock is still erect. I can’t help but want him again. This is so new and all-consuming. I roll onto my side and curl up.
He stares at me for a long moment, the candlelight giving him an ominous look. “It’s not enough,” he whispers.
“What?”
“I want to fuck you again. Now.”
“Can you really do that?” I lift my head and look at him like he’s some freak of nature.
“Not typically,” he says. “Not usually this quick.”
It confirms what I thought before. We match because we were always meant to be together. Eagle and Angel.
“You’re a goddamned addiction,” he says as he comes at me. “And I’m not finished yet.” He launches himself at me and I barely roll over in time as he captures my wrists and lifts my hands above my head.
He forces my legs apart with his knee and before I can say anything, he drives into me with one powerful stroke. I don’t care about using a condom. I know this man. I love him. I want to be skin-to-skin, no barriers.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I roll my hips, matching his frantic thrusts.Dear God, save me from myself. Please . . .
