I’ve never felt so completely wrung out.
So fully free.
Gage withdraws his fingers from inside me, and I allow my eyes to flutter open and stare down at him between my legs.
His lips glisten with the evidence of what he just did for me, and he grins. “Feel better?”
I nod, still unable to fill my lungs with a deep enough breath to speak.
“Good.”
He reaches up and helps me slide down until I’m sprawled across him, his hard cock pinned against my belly.
All those aches and worries I had earlier have evaporated, replaced by a need for this man that makes me feel like I’m completely losing my grip on all the things I’ve clung so tightly to all my life.
He kisses me long and slow, the same way he just ate me, and my pussy clenches, my body remembering how fucking incredible it feels to be with Gage in every way.
His hand slides behind my neck, and he pulls back from the kiss slightly, holding me just far enough away that I can’t get my lips back on him. “Remember I told you that you can pin and straddle me anytime you want, Hellcat…”
How could I ever forget?
Hearing those words again makes that heat, that need, flare hotter.
Gage didn’t know me when he said it the first time, but even then, I knew there was something about this man that was dangerous. I just had no idea the risk was to my heart.
I grab his hands and push them back onto the pillow on either side of his head as I kiss him again. He grins against my mouth, and when I pull back, I raise a brow at him. “Those stay there.”
His bottom lip disappears beneath his teeth, as if having me command him the same way he has me has him biting back something he desperately wants to say, but he nods his agreement even though the gleam in his eyes suggests his compliance won’t last long.
Honestly, I won’t either.
After that explosive release, I’m so primed to blow again that my clit pulses and aches for the friction that will send my flying.
I reach between us and adjust his cock at my slick entrance. He releases a low, deep groan, and I slide down it in a long, slow glide, pressing my palms flat against his colorful chest.
Fuck.
The stretch and the pressure of those goddamn piercings along the walls of my pussy is so fucking exquisite it makes me gasp.
His body tenses beneath me, every muscle going rock hard. “Fucking hell, Bishop…”
When I finally fully seat myself on him, I grind down and clench around his cock, and what slips from his mouth isn’t a groan, it’s a full-on feral growl.
His hands find my hips, and my eyes fly open to meet his.
“I told you to keep them up there.”
He smirks. “I know, Hellcat, but I can’t help it.” His fingers dig into my skin. “If this hurts, you have to stop.”
I nod, but I know damn well I won’t.
My body has ached so much over the last few days, but this is different.
This is the good pain.
The exquisite ache.
One I’ve craved lying in Gage’s arms each night.
