“Yes,” I gasped. “Please!”
Chapter 23
Graham
Meera’sbodyjerkedbeneathme, every muscle coiled tight, her skin humming with the same animalistic need that crackled through my veins. The oil made her skin gleam, and her muscles clenched around the tapered tip of my tail as I worked it deeper, stretching her open inch by slow inch.
Fuck! She was perfect like this, spread out beneath me, taking everything I gave her.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The word pulsed through me with every beat of my heart.
The sexy-as-fuck sounds she’d made earlier had quieted, and I took that to mean I had to up the ante. I reached under her body, my fingers circling the swollen bud of her clit as my tail thrust in shallow, testing strokes.
The cries came again, her voice raw as they turned into broken moans. Her pussy clenched around my cock, which was still and unmoving inside her. By the way she reacted, you’d think I’d impaled her right through.
The begging, moaning, and screaming were back. My hips pistoned, unable to hold back anymore.
The oil and her arousal made everything slick, her tight ring of muscle clenching around the tapered tip as I worked it in and out, matching the rhythm of my cock. Her moans turned desperate, her hips rocking back against me, and I could feel her walls tightening, her orgasm building.
I gritted my teeth, fighting to hold back. “That’s it. Take it. Take all of me.”
She looked so fucking hot. And I was sure the entire penthouse could hear her. Gods knew how sounds traveled through these walls. I’d worry about soundproofing later.
Her fingers twisted in the sheets, and her sounds turned desperate. Her moans became broken cries as I fucked her, mycock and tail moving in sync, stretching her open. She screamed into a pillow, and her walls started clenching around me wildly.
“Yes. Come for me,” I demanded, my voice a growl. “Let me feel you.”
She shattered beneath me, her back arching, her walls locking around my cock and tail so hard I had to fight to move as her orgasm came crashing over her. The sensation was too much: her tight heat, her broken moans, the way her body milked me. I snarled, my own release tearing through me as I spilled inside her.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing, the scent of sex, and the light fragrance of the oil mingling in the air. My tail slid free, and Meera collapsed onto the bed, boneless and trembling.
I followed her down, my body covering hers, my lips pressing against her shoulder. She turned her head, eyes half-lidded, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.
“Stay right there, Trouble. Let me clean you up.”
But she didn’t let me go. Instead, her fingers tangled in my hair as she pulled me down for a kiss. My tail coiled around her thigh, holding her close.
“Cuddles first,” Meera said firmly.
I grinned. “So demanding.”
“You love it.”
I couldn’t even deny it.
“Alright, cuddles first.”
Cleaning her could wait. I lay down next to her and pulled her into my arms. Her skin was still warm, her hair damp against my shoulder. She settled against me, and her breathing slowed as she let out a contented sigh and traced idle patterns on my skin with her fingertips. It felt so good, so perfect, to have her in my arms.
We must’ve dozed off together, because a single buzz from my phone woke me. Meera still slept, her face so pretty and soft in repose.
But the interruption had me thinking of the message I’d gotten from Seth while I was out earlier. They’d found Karim—or rather, his body—in Mumbai. It turned out that the people he was working for paid well, but they also did not appreciate failure.
I was going to tell her when I got back, but she was having fun at the pool, and I didn’t want to ruin it. And now didn’t seem like the right time either. I didn’t want to mess up her happiness. She had just started to relax after our run-in with the ghouls. I worried that the news would set her back.
Also, a selfish, jealous part of me didn’t want to see her cry for another man. Was it logical? No. But I never claimed to be a logical creature, especially when it came to her.
