Page 46 of Deception

She cried out, greeting each hard, hot slide with an inner squeeze. Relishing the friction, the drag. Almost wishing she wasn’t so slick, just to maximize the feeling of his skin dragging over her inner walls.

His eyes had drifted out of focus while he moved, but they snapped open then.Maximize?

Oops. Had she thought it clearly enough for him to catch?

I’ll show you maximize,the spark in his eyes said.

He rose to his knees, hauling her hips with him, keeping the connection. And then he started to move again. To pump. To thrust. Holding her body tight against his, not letting the slightest gap separate them.

“Yes… Yes… Yes…” she cried as he hit her deepest, most secret spots.

Drew didn’t utter a word, but the glow in his eyes intensified. The steady rhythm quickened, and he grunted quietly with each pistoning move.

“Yes…” she cried, clawing at his back, trying to find an outlet for the exquisite pressure building inside. “Drew…”

His face grew even more intent as his body jackhammered against hers, moving with power and precision, hitting her G-spot again and again.

She couldn’t see. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t speak other than calling his name. The wave had gathered under her and was lifting her up, ready to send her flying.

“Please…”

“So good,” he moaned. Sweat shone all over his chest, highlighting every ridge of muscle in the midday light. “So good.”

She reached her hands over her head to grip the headboard, and his eyes flickered in approval. Using her last ounce of energy, she slammed her hips upward, meeting each thrust.

“Yes… Yes…”

He mouthed the word; she cried hoarsely as they both approached the crest of the wave.

Drew’s lips pulled back, and the points of his canines grew. Just the sight revved her lust up another notch.

“Yes,” she urged him through his last, hard thrusts.

His eyes dropped to her neck even as his hips continued to move.

“Mate,” she whispered. “Do it. I want it. I want you to bite.”

Instinct shoved aside reason, guiding her body. She tipped her head back, seducing him with her pale skin.

He groaned aloud, either at the sight of her ready for him or from the building climax inside.

“Ready?” he croaked.

Did he have to ask?

He slammed into her once more. A second time, making her dizzy with ecstasy. Grunting softly, he hammered into her a third time, bottoming out and exploding inside her.

“Oh, yes…” he murmured.

She could feel his slick heat and every blissed-out emotion whirling through his mind.

And just as that high reached its tipping point, he buried his teeth in her neck and launched them both into an even greater rush.

Her vision filled with brilliant white light, her every muscle tensed, milking Drew hard. Her body burned gloriously in the two places he’d penetrated — where his cock was buried deep, deep inside her, and at the points of his teeth, gripping her neck. It wasn’t a tearing, raging bite. It was the careful hold of a lover. A promise. A vow. She could feel her own pulse beat wildly as he held her, letting their souls connect.

Everything faded away, even the boundaries between their bodies, until all she sensed was heat — heat and joy, filling her up. Her hands might have been gripping the headboard, Drew’s shoulders, or thin air. She didn’t know. Didn’t care. All she wanted was to hold on to the moment forever.

So she did. At least, it felt like forever — the best kind of forever. Even when the world crept back into focus and she became aware of Drew panting wildly beside her, completely spent, the pleasure stretched on and on and on.

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