He held her open for his enjoyment, continuing those long, slow strokes, ensuring that she would feel every single inch of his tongue. Her taste drove him wild, but her little whimpers and gasps of pleasure had him nearly losing his mind. He could stay there for the rest of his life giving her pleasure like this, soaking up her cries and then giving her more.
Sweat broke out on his brow, lust and desire eating him alive, the need to claim her, a living beast inside him. But he knew she was untried and innocent and that he needed to prepare her so he wouldn't hurt her.
Merc closed his lips over her clit and suckled as he pulled his hand from beneath her and rested a finger at her entrance. He dipped inside, using short, shallow thrusts as he slowly pushed against the walls of her resistance until he felt the proof of her virginity. His nearly lost it then, knowing he would be the first man to claim her filled him with a protective pleasure that had him dripping with pre-cum.
She would be his and his alone. Senator’s daughter or not, he’d never be able to go back to being without her after this moment.
Gently, he inserted a second finger, savoring her sweet cries as he stretched her incredibly tight muscles. He took her with his fingers, getting her used to the friction.
She began to pump her hips, meeting his fingers thrust for thrust. “Oh my God, Merc. I don’t know what you are doing, just don't stop!”
She writhed uncontrollably beneath him, her tight walls clenching around his fingers, and he knew she was close. Just like he knew that no matter how hard he wanted to drive his dick inside her right now, he wanted to taste her orgasm even more.
Increasing with renewed effort, he licked her clit while he worked his fingers inside of her, speeding up the pace until she screamed, the sound pure sweet music, and her juices saturated his hand and tongue.
Her entire body trembled as he slowly withdrew and rose over her, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her curvy little nose. He couldn't get enough of her, just like he couldn't help but line up his cock at her entrance.
“Baby, are you okay?”
“I've never been more okay in my life.”
Her eyelids lowered, her perfect mouth flushed and swollen. Had he thought her beautiful before? She was an enchantress, a dream. His dream. His chest swelled so tight he thought it might burst and the need to take her nearly overwhelmed him. “Are you ready?”
She nodded, wrapping her hands around his bulging biceps. Gritting his teeth, sweat dripping down the sides of his face from the effort to restrain himself, Merc eased inside of her. He felt her tight entrance give, eased by her slick moisture, and pushed inside, stopping when just the head had breached her entrance.
Pulling on every single reserve of control, some he hadn’t even known he possessed, Merc inched inside her tight sheath until he felt the resistance.
He dropped to his elbows, panting, every muscle in his body tense as he strained to hold still. “Are you okay?”
She wiggled her hips, her body shifting and moving beneath him. “Yes.”
He gently took her lips in a long passionate kiss. When he knew he couldn’t wait one second longer, he pulled out, and with one long hard thrust, Merc buried himself to the hilt. Caroline screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body jerked against him.
“Baby, I'm so sorry. Just hold still and your body will adjust.”
She nodded, and he dropped his cheek against hers, laying his full body on top of her but holding himself up enough so he didn't crush her. Merc focused, counting down the seconds. She was so damn tight, her vagina squeezing him like a glove. And then Caroline shifted, moving just an inch, and his eyes rolled back in his head at the pleasure.
Unable to hold still any longer, he withdrew from her and eased back inside, intending to watch her for any sign of pain. But no matter how hard he concentrated, no matter how hard he tried, Merc couldn't stop. Lust completely overtook him, her sheath fastening around him, zapping what little control he had left, until he was taking her with hard deep thrusts, savoring every single moan and inch of delicious friction.
He felt his balls drawing up, and the base of his spine tingled. Caroline's nails dug deep into his hips, her heels urging him on. “I can’t hold out much longer.”
“I'm close, so close!” Caroline gasped.
Merc gritted his teeth and drove onward, pounding inside. At her first hint of release, a high soft moan, and she clamped down on him with her orgasm.
Merc exploded inside of her, shouting his release, all of his strength gone. He dropped and rolled to the side, taking her with him so he wouldn’t crush her, remaining still hard inside her.
Unable to do anything more, he clutched her to him, needing to draw her closer, needing to connect them as one, knowing deep inside, Caroline was that missing part in his life.
Merc’s breathfanned against her ear as he pulled her closer. “I swear to you right here and now, I'll protect you and your family with my life. You have my word.”
Nightshade bit her lip, his words torturing her, because her gut reaction was to immediately blurt out her feelings for him. She knew deep in her soul she'd never connect with anyone like him again. If she stayed with Merc, she'd choose him over anyone else, maybe even her teammates and her sister.
A desperate sinking feeling destroyed her high, and even though she hated it, she withdrew from him. Not externally, but on the inside, closing up that soul deep connection they’d just shared, dying on the inside.
No matter how much she cared for him, and no matter how much she wanted him, she couldn't have him — not if she wanted to save her team. When he found out her true identity, and she had no doubt he would, he'd hate her with the same vengeance he hated her father.
Nightshade pulled him close and snuggled deeper into his shoulder, trying to imprint the way he felt to her mind. She'd save it for those nights when she lay in bed alone, realizing she'd never have a relationship or be intimate with another man again. How could she after what she'd shared with Merc?
