Bren raised both hands then, gripping my hair, my neck, using me to balance as she widened her stance as much as the thick skirts on the floor would allow, and when I entered her with one finger, her breath caught.
It was the smallest thing, the simplest detail, but I felt the pleasure spark where I touched her and roll through her body—felt her body ripple against mine, and the heat my touch inspired in her.
Touching her, penetrating her, holding her… my body roared for more, but I was still half-dressed. I didn’t want to let her go, didn’t want to stop, and yet—
“Donavyn,please.”
She twisted her shoulders towards me, looking at me, but leaving her body in my hands. I slipped a second finger into her, and huffed with need when her eyes fluttered and her hips rolled into my touch.
“Holy fuck, Bren.”
“I—”
I couldn’t wait. Praying she’d forgive me, I wrapped my arms around her middle and lifted her, stepping as carefully as I could over those expensive skirts, to set her back on her feet next to the bed.
I had to let her go, to unbuckle my belt and leathers, and my stunning mate took the opportunity to turn, her breasts brushing my stomach as she pulled the shirt off my shoulders, then slid her hands down into my trousers to shove them off in much the same way I’d done with her skirts, but she opened her mouth on my chest as she did it, kissing her way down as she freed me from the leather.
My bodythrilled.I knew if I let her, she’d take me in her mouth, and with the rabid need building behind my navel, it would bemomentsbefore I’d spill in her. But I didn’t want that.
With a growl, I caught her chin and pulled her up before she reached for me, taking her mouth and kissing her so deeply, I worried if she could breathe.
Then, with a gasp, I broke the kiss and took her by the shoulders, turning her and bending her over the bed, one hand flat between her shoulder blades, positioning myself with theother, then sliding up, reaching under to cup her breast as I eased into her.
Bren’s head fell back and she gave a delighted moan, then her breath caught as I withdrew. Her hands gripped the quilts in fists, and she leaned on her elbows, bracing as I took her again. And again.
I’d intended to slow this down. To take my time. But the sight of her, bent for me, legs spread, back arched, and the sound of her high cries were fuel to the fire within me.
“Bren… I… can’t stop.”
“Don’t!”she gasped, then whimpered when I took her harder.
“One day,” I rasped, pumping into her, stroking her beautiful body, “one day, I’ll find you having tea and pull you out of the room to lift those skirts. Have you just like this—”
“Yes.”
“Pin you to a wall until you have to bite your tongue so you don’t scream.”
“Yes.”
Grunting with the effort of holding my body back, I pounded into her so hard, our thighs slapped. Bren dropped her head to the quilt, her cries growing rhythmic as I picked up the pace.
“One day…shit—”She tightened around me and her knees began to shake. I grabbed for her hips and kept going. “I’ve got you…fuck… I’ve got you, Bren.”
Then she looked back over her shoulder, her eyes glazed and lower lip slack. “I want you to do that to me… just… hide me—oh, God!”
Her eyes rolled back in the same moment she clamped on me and began to twitch. A guttural roar broke in my throat as the surge ofherorgasm reached me through the bond and shoved my pleasure past restraint.
I crashedinto freefall, still thrusting, tipping over her, grabbing her hand and pinning it to the quilts as our bodies writhed and jerked, and the calls of love and need echoed in the room.
The world disappeared for long seconds, in which the only thing I knew was the ecstasy ofher.Her warm, supple body, her high, keening cries, her tantalizing touch…
And then we crashed, collapsing onto the bed in an awkward tangle, my feet still encased in my boots, and ankles tied by my leathers.
Grunting, twitching as the final throes of my orgasm snapped through my veins, I rolled us to the side and held her to me, eventually finding the clarity to toe off my boots and leathers, and curl my body around her.
With a shaking hand, I pulled the pillow down to rest my head on it and held her. Her head on my arm, her body cradled in mine. Still joined. Still stunned.
And so fucking grateful that she was mine.
