I kiss her to shut her up, swallowing her rambling words while my fingers continue their assault. She’s so responsive, every touch drawing a reaction—a gasp, a moan, a full-body shudder that makes her back bow off the mattress.
When I slide two fingers inside her, she cries out against my mouth.
Tight. So fucking tight, and hot, and wet. Her walls clench around my fingers like they’re trying to pull me deeper, and the thought of what she’ll feel like wrapped around my cock makes me dizzy.
“More,” she pants. “I need—I need?—”
“I know what you need.”
I withdraw my fingers—ignoring her whimper of protest—and hook my thumbs in the waistband of her underwear. She lifts her hips without being asked, and I strip the final barrier away, leaving her bare beneath me.
Beautiful.
Soft curves and toned muscle. The faint tan lines from what must have been a bikini. A small constellation of freckles scattered across her left hip that I want to map with my tongue.
“Dom.” Her voice is strained now, edges fraying with need. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“You know what.”
“Say it.”
Her amber eyes meet mine, blazing with frustration and want in equal measure. “Fuck me, Dom. Please just—fuck me.”
I’m never going to forget the way she sounds saying those words.
I position myself at her entrance and pause there, just for a moment. The head of my cock pressed against her slick folds, heat beckoning, every cell in my body screaming at me to push forward.
“Last chance to change your mind.”
“I will literally kill you if you stop now.”
Good enough.
I push inside her in one smooth stroke.
Phoenix’s whole body arches off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. Her walls grip me like a vice—impossibly tight, scorching hot, slick enough that I slide home without resistance despite her body’s best efforts to hold me still.
Fucking hell.
I have to stop moving. Have to lock every muscle in place and breathe through the overwhelming sensation, because otherwise I’m going to come on the spot like a goddamn teenager.
“You okay?” The words come out strangled.
Phoenix’s eyes flutter open. Her pupils are completely blown, amber reduced to a thin ring around endless black. “I’m…” She shifts beneath me, and the motion sends electricity shooting up my spine. “Move. You have to move.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I pull back slowly—savoring every inch of the drag, the way her body clings to me like it’s trying to keep me inside—and then thrust forward again. Harder this time. Deeper.
Phoenix moans.
The sound unlocks something primal in my chest. Some ancient, animal part of my brain that doesn’t give a fuck about gentle or careful or taking-things-slow. All it cares about ismore.
I set a punishing rhythm. Deep, driving strokes that hit places inside her that make her keen against the thin cabin walls.Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, urging me faster. Harder.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, like that,justlike that?—”
