Page 60 of The Betrothal

I watched the stutter of his mouth as he drew in his next breath, the warm flush to his cheeks, green of his eyes lost to his blown pupils, his body below me, the flex of his abs when he rolled his hips.

“Yes, okay. Anything.” I was begging and he saw it.

“Okay.” He snapped his hips up just as his finger pressed deliciously hard against my clit and I exploded on a cry. Moans rolled from my mouth in time with his hips under me, I cursed and begged, whimpering his name.

He released my hands, cupping my face and drawing me down into a slow kiss. I shifted and dragged myself up his length, slowly sliding back down drawing his gasp into my mouth. The noise so erotic I had no choice but to do it again.

As my high wore off, a sliver of doubt invaded my mind. He hadn’t come with me; he was still going strong…

His hand snatched my jaw. “Oh no you don’t.”

“But, you?” I’d stilled.

He barked a low laugh. “You’re extremely tight, Isabelle.”

I flushed at the comment.

“I’m trying not to hurt you.”

“How would you hurt me?” I clenched down on him, having seen the way his jaw dropped when I did it last time, I knew it would get a reaction if I, as he had said, wasn’t the problem.

His jaw ticked and he held me still. “Isabelle.”

I grinned at him. It worked.

“One more time and I won’t hold back.”

I pressed myself against his restraint so I could whisper. “I never wanted you to in the first place.”

“Oh, shit.” His laugh was pure filth.

He moved suddenly and I was back beneath him, dragged to the edge of the bed, his hand pulled my underwear out of the way and he growled at them. Stepping back, he yanked the offending items from my body and gripped my knees, spreading my legs wide to take in my naked core.

“Much better.” The growl scratched over me, arousal surging in me once more.

His thumb found my clit and pressed, my back arched off the bed and he used the moment to drive back into me.

“Seb!” My cry was far from quiet; I clapped my palm over my mouth to stifle the noise I made but he tore it free.

“I want to hear you, Killer.”

His thumb worked me and he pressed me into the bed with his free hand pressed against my lower stomach. The move turned something else on inside of me.

Then he fucked me, chest heaving and eyes wild.

“Where do you want me?”

My brain sparked, everywhere? “Inside?”

He groaned and picked up his pace.

“You’ll come when I tell you.”

I whimpered my agreement, praying I could hold out, but I didn’t need to.

“Come for me,” he commanded.

I seized, his hips stuttering as he pulsed inside me, never slowing down, riding me through my climax until the wave subsided.