Page 87 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

Then, Cade tightens his grip around my neck, the force of his need, like a riptide, barreling through yet another limit, making it clear without words he wants not just my surrender but my trust. I give into the feeling, and instead of fear, I’m rewarded with pleasure so sharp that my eyes roll back, and my mouth slackens in a soundless moan.

“You’re mine,” he growls. “Your body. Your pleasure. All mine.”

I whimper. The tension in my pelvis coils tighter with each filthy word, each masterful stroke making my pussy clench until my orgasm is so close I can taste it.

“I can feel how hard you’re going to come.” Cade leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “But you’re not there until I say you are.”

What?I shake my head, and my hands claw at his shoulders. I’m too close. “I can’t hold—”

“You can.” His fingers slow just enough to keep me on the edge. It’s pure agony.

“You’ll come when I own every gasp. Every shiver. Every drop of you.”

“Cade . . .” I sob, desperate for more than just release—I want what he gives me. My hands roam over the hard planes of his chest, the swells and dips of and shoulders. The feel of him quenches a bottomless thirst inside me, yet I want more.

My fingers drift over the dreaded metal beads around his neck, but I’m too lost in him—his heat, his scent, the control he wields over me—to care.

With a low growl, he brings my mouth to his in a searing kiss.

It’s everything I’ve been straining for. And when his hand moves to palm me, roughly dragging against not just my clit, but my entire sex with rapid, perfect friction, I shatter.

Spectacularly.

Crying out into his mouth, my body convulses as the orgasm crashes over me. I gush against his still-grinding hand as waves of pleasure wrack me.

He holds me steady through the chaos until I’m boneless. When he lets me go, I collapse against him, my face buried into the crook of his neck.

Stunned by what he’s pulled from me, how completely he’s claimed my surrender, I can only take gulps of air to steady my breathing.

Tiny after-shocks intensify, making my pussy tighten around . . . nothing. Fuck, I want more. I want him filling me until I can’t think.

My tongue darts out to trace the salty skin under his jaw right up to just beneath his ear. His groan eggs me on. When I suck his ear lobe into my mouth, Cade shudders . . . fucking shudders. I rear back, surprised by how sensitive he is and that’s when I realize I’ve got his rosary looped around my index finger.

I jerk my hand away, but before panic has a chance to claw up my throat, Cade’s hand slides to the back of my neck and holds me in place. He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear.

“Take my cock out. Now.”

My pussy clenches against his hand in response to that gruff command. Cade’s rumbling chuckle tells me he felt it too.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t wait to feel you squeeze me like that.”

Baby.

The word sends another ripple of lust through me. My fingers find his belt buckle, my mind torn between common sense and overwhelming need. It doesn’t matter that I’ve never done this with anyone. I want this with Cade and I want it now.

The zipper feels foreign under my trembling hands, but I manage. Then he’s free, and—

Holy fucking shit.

Having seen him naked before, I thought I knew what to expect. But the sight of Cadethisaroused just stops my brain.

He’s a whole lot bigger. Dripping too, precum rolls down the fat head. Those mouth-watering veins stand out in stark relief, winding along a shaft that looks impossibly thick.

“Cade, I—you—” I sputter, unable to form the words to tell him I can’t take him.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

My protest ends in a needy moan as his words melt logic into lust. Cade’s hands tighten around my ass, urging me to my knees, so I’m hovering over him.

---