“Too much?”
Unable to meet his gaze, she nodded.“I want to, but…”
Capturing her hand, he pressed a kiss to her palm.“Only ever what you want.”
Warmth burst in a rush in her chest alongside the desire.He understood.Of course he did.Benedict always understood her.
“May I remove your nightgown?”he said gravely.
A smile tugged at her.“You may,” she said just as gravely.
He helped her shuffle it up her legs and then over her head.She lay back on the bed bracing herself on her elbows as he rid himself of his breeches, and then he was as gloriously naked as she was.Climbing back onto the bed, he settled on his knees.
She might have been too shy to touch him but she had no issues with staring.His cock stood straight and proud, hard and flushed.She had seen it that one time before, but it had been obscured by his breeches.That had been inside her?It looked almost too big, but she knew it wasn’t.She knew he fit inside her like he was made for her.Like she was made for him.
“My eyes are up here, El.”
Her gaze flew to his at his amused words.
He cocked a brow.“You will not touch, but you will look?”
The flush rose from her chest, heat spreading up her neck to her cheeks.“I—”
His gaze softened.Quick as a flash, he kissed her lips before straightening.“Don’t fret, El, I’d stare at you, too.”His gaze drifted over her lingering on her breasts, her belly, the place between her thighs.His gaze rose to meet hers, and the need in his eyes made her squirm.“See,” he said hoarsely.“I’d stare, too.Open your legs, El.”
Eyes locked on his, she parted her thighs.Moving between them, his hand slid up the outside of her leg.“Are you wet for me, El?”
He loomed over her, his knees spread wide between her open thighs.Longing clenched her belly.She was hot, and wet, and she wanted him.“Yes, Benedict.Only ever for you.”
His eyes flared.Pulling her knees wider, he urged her feet flat on the bed.Hauling her hips up his thighs, he lined himself up and, with a sharp thrust, he entered her.She gasped and then moaned as he pushed the rest of the way, his cock heavy and full inside her.
He stilled.“You are well?”
She nodded, his cock almost too big, pulsing against her walls.She was full, so full of him.
Fingers digging into her hips, he pulled her into each thrust, pushing deeper with every stroke.She dug her head into the pillow, her hands curling around his wrists.He kept a steady pace, each thrust hitting her precise, filling her and retreating, driving her mad.Pleasure curled in her belly, a restless ache that demanded more.“Harder, Benedict,” she gasped.“More.Please.”
“You want it harder, El?”he said, punctuating his words with a sharp shove.
Digging her heels into the bed, she pushed herself into him.“Yes,” she moaned.“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Christ.Fuck.El,” he grunted, and then he slammed himself inside her.Each shove pushed her up the bed, such she braced her hands against the headboard.His gaze dropped, need darkening his face as he watched her breasts bounce with each thrust.A demon took her and she covered one of her breasts, pushing and shaping the flesh.
Lust twisted his face.“Pinch your nipple,” he pleaded hoarsely.
She did and the sharp bite of pleasure made her moan.He growled, his hips stuttering into her, his fingers biting her flesh.Gaze on him, she drew two fingers into her mouth and made them wet, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled.He watched her, never losing the rhythm that threatened to drive her mad.She painted her nipple with the wetness, gasping as her fingers slid in the slick, her nipple pouting and red.
“Are you teasing me?”he growled.
“I should never do such a thing,” she managed.
“I think you are.I think you are teasing me.Do you know what teasing gets you?”
Slowly, she shook her head, even as she flicked her thumb over her nipple.
His eyes flared.Hooking her leg over his hip, he shoved into her.The angle changed, and now he hit a place inside her that made her eyes roll back into her head.
“Harder, El.Teasing will get you harder.”
