Page 90 of Until the End

Desire beat through her like an animate, breathing thing. The idea of being his, even only for a moment, fired up her blood and made her entire body quiver.

He was chiseled steel between her legs, hot as a brand. With a guttural growl, he eased himself inside her, giving her a chance to adjust. Then he withdrew just as slowly and rubbed the head of his shaft along the seam of her entrance, against her swollen clit, driving her wild.

A rush of slick heat spread between her thighs, a desperate cry dancing on her lips. He filled her with one heavy, hard thrust. She bucked her hips in urgent response, seeking friction. A carnal instinct took over. He pumped into her with a hard, driving rhythm—each intense stroke a question that demanded an answer.

Yes, she trusted him. Completely.

“You okay, Kit-Kat?”

Emotions tightened her throat. “Never better. Don’t stop.” The fullness, the closeness, was everything.

He pushed into her. Any discomfort distilled into a delicious, pulsing sensation in her core. The sweet, rolling friction was hot and smooth, letting the tension inside her build. Her muscles trembled. Her mind blanked. There was only Castle, this heat.

The man’s stamina was incredible, a testament to the effort he put into his honed physique. The only thing more remarkable was his self-control.

His features pinched like this was killing him. “You feel so good,” he said.

She hummed her agreement.

He crushed his mouth to hers, swallowing the sound from her. Their tongues tangled in a dirty, wet caress that had her wrapping herself around him, pulling him closer.

They were locked together. Sweat misted their skin. His eyes opened and captured hers, his pace increasing with each labored breath.

She usually hated eye contact during sex, preferring to forget whoever she was fucking and focus entirely on having an orgasm. But the intimacy of that look with Castle while he rocked into her as deeply as possible filled a hollowness inside her.

His hands dove underneath her. Castle lifted her leg, setting her ankle on his shoulder. His arm hugged her thigh and his other hand clutched her hip, holding her against his thrusts. He drove deeper, turning her mythical G-spot into reality, his pelvis grinding against her clit in a way that she would’ve paid for. She was losing herself, splintering around him.

The air thickened. Pleasure boiled over in violent, almost painful waves that she thought might kill her. Every muscle, every sensitized nerve coiled tight as a fist and she came, muttering gibberish.

His control snapped, all finesse evaporated, as if he’d been waiting for her. He pumped harder, faster.

Next time, she’d tell him not to hold back. She gripped his marvelous ass, urging him on.

He slammed deep, his powerful body stretched taut over her, and shoved his face in the side of her neck. She memorized the moment he surrendered and unraveled.

“Kit.” Her name was a strained whisper against her throat.

He settled on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his full weight.

Throbbing with sweet aftershocks, she could barely breathe with his body limp on her, but she didn’t want him to move.

First-time sex with someone was usually awkward and fast.

That was off-the-charts perfect. Best sex of my entire life.

“Wow.” He rolled off her carefully and tugged her body into the cradle of his arms.

“You took the word from my lips.” She nestled her head on his shoulder, her arm draped over his rock-solid abdomen. Even his sweat was sexy.

She always wanted to remember this, the satisfaction of being in his arms, like his affection was enough. So that when this thing between them ended and the loneliness gnawed at her in the cold darkness, she’d at least have the memory of his warmth to comfort her.

Or torture her.

God, she prayed for the former.

Either way, she got the sense this was going to change things. But she didn’t want to think about that. No man had ever made her come so hard, much less repeatedly. Once wasn’t enough. Then again, how much would be? One week of this? One month? A year?

She nuzzled his cheek, taking in the delicious scent of him, her knee propped on his thigh, her sex pressed to his hip.