Page 89 of Shark’s Pride

I wanted all of him.

Forever.

My musings pulled my focus off Bas’s ministrations for a few seconds. Vital ones, since I resurfaced to discover he’d moved up my body to hover his beautiful face above mine. I gasped roughly, my nostrils flaring with urgency. Oxygen. I needed more oxygen and then realized why. His hands were locked around my throat, clutching lightly but enough to hamper my already labored breathing. When I lifted my hands to pull at his hold around my throat, he raised a menacing brow, all but threatening me to return them to my sides where I had been instructed to keep them. Or else.

I slammed my arms and hands back to the floor, flattening them alongside my thighs. Just as I returned to the position, Bas pushed inside my throbbing pussy. I arched my back, jerking my hips up to meet his ferocious thrusts. I cried out with a primal quality in my scream.

Bas released his hold on my neck. He supported his weight with both hands, using the leverage to assist his pumps into me.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted. “Always so wet for me.”

“Always,” I echoed, my sigh dreamy but husky.

“You can’t get enough of my cock, can you?”

“I always want more.” Oh, how true it was. In so many, many ways.

My pledge summoned a sound of feral satisfaction from the middle of his chest. He backed out entirely and then slammed into my body again. Again. Yet again. I welcomed every commanding thrust, hoping he saw how he wasn’t just invading my body. He was inside my soul…my heart.

After several more lunges, he settled far inside me. Our breaths mingled as our bodies thrummed. He looked peaceful but intense while swiping the tangled hair away from my forehead and then planting a tender kiss in its place.

“I love you, Abbigail.”

I couldn’t do anything but smile. Even after a month, my heart swelled when I heard those words from his lips. It usually took a moment to recover before I could respond in kind. This one was no different. “I love you, Sebastian.”

“And I love fucking you.” He groaned while dropping his head. The sound deepened as he bit a stinging trail down the side of my neck.

“Mmmm. And I love the way you fuck me.” There was always dirty conversation to be had while we made love. “God, every bit of it.”

“And I love all of you.” He rolled his hips, ensuring every inch of my tunnel felt every contact of his engorged length. “But right now, I love this cunt, girl.” He rotated again. Added a pair of shallow but erotic thrusts. It was the most amazing friction my pussy had ever felt. Every membrane was turned into a shivering star; every muscle clenched in aching arousal.

“Holy hell.” My eyes rolled back involuntarily from the jolts of pleasure he brought beyond even that. “Bas!”

“What, baby?” He slowed his body and fixated again on my face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I blurted back. “God. Not a damn thing. Feels so good. So good!” My breath sawed in and out as my climax neared.

He sped up his passionate pace. “Are you close?”

“Yes.” I pushed it out between wild pumps of my lungs. “Y-Y-Yes. Oh, holy shit, I…I can’t believe it.”

“Good Christ. I can feel you fluttering all around me.”

But even with the possessiveness and passion in his gaze, I couldn’t believe it. Climaxing once, even during the days when I did this stuff for myself, was close to a miracle. My brain could never let go of enough details to make it happen. But Sebastian Shark made the details inconsequential. He made the whole world go away.

And right now, he spurred my body on to an impossible explosion. I climbed higher and higher, reaching for that miraculous moment of absolute ecstasy.

“Right there,” I whimpered. “Bas, yes. Oh, please!”

He hunched his shoulders. Pressed his face back into my neck. “Closer, baby?”

“Don’t stop!” It was bossy and demanding, and I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered but the power of his body and what he was doing to me with it. “I’m going to come,” I finally blurted. “Holy…God…I can’t…ooohh…”

But then I did. Oh hell, how I did—while I shattered into complete, carnal bliss. My body was a collection of spasms and shivers. My brain felt short-circuited. Everything went dark. My body slackened as Sebastian hammered into me, finding his release right after me.

“Fuck, Abbi.” He timed his chanting with the pumping of his hips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

At last, he began to slow. He finally came to a full rest with his forehead nestled between my neck and shoulder. Sweat covered both of us like a fine mist on a spring morning. It cooled me instantly when Sebastian rolled to the side and the air conditioning hit my skin. Goose bumps erupted across my body, and it didn’t escape the notice of my ever-observant man. He pulled a coverlet off the bed we’d never actually gotten to.