Page 48 of Under Pressure

She bucked her hips as her pussy got wetter and wetter, held down by his powerful grip, totally at his mercy with her hands tied behind her back. Pain shot up her waist as his hold intensified, but she liked it. He wasn’t being gentle, and she didn’t want him to be. He was giving her bruises—she had no doubt—but a little part of her loved the idea of marks on her body to prove it had happened. She already knew there were some dark ones developing on her wrists from where he’d so tightly bound her.

“You can take a fucking cock.” He groaned. “But that’s not the only reason why I love you—”

He stopped mid-sentence, though her mind refused to register it.

Her whole consciousness was engulfed by the moment—and the things she shouldn’t be doing. Her legs wide open and exposed, he filled every inch of her in ways she didn’t know she could be. An orgasm mounted and suddenly it rushed up and down her body, sending her over the edge.

“God, I love your cock,” she cried out at the height of it, a little muffled by the sheets against her face.

He growled in reply, gripping her hips so hard that she thought the skin would break. Harder and faster, he fucked her while her cum dripped down her legs, the aching in her pussy deepening.

“What else do you love?” he probed, pushing her tied wrists up until she shrieked.

It was a welcome distraction. She didn’t want to answer, afraid of what she would say. The casual throwing around of the word love was stirring discomfort in her. She bit her lip, refusing to let anything out other than a moan. In her mind, he was still just a player who was going to play her—a man not to be trusted. And, unfortunately, a man she desperately needed every inch of.

Pumping his manhood into her, Delta seemed not to mind her lack of reply, perhaps chalking it up to the heat of the moment. He grunted instead about how much he loved feeling her climax. She’d never heard the man use the word ‘love’—ever—let alone a handful of times in one setting. As he pumped into her, something emotional rose in her chest. Maybe, just maybe.

She could tell he was close to the edge, his cock beyond rock hard. And damn good—she was losing her mind. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Her nipples scraped against the bed as he rocked her back and forth, driving in and out of her. She twisted as the intensity grew almost unbearable. Everything in her body was screaming.

He did something amazing to her.

Another wave of mind-blowing sensation rushed her pussy, her back arching as it passed. For some reason, Delta paused, seeming to just enjoy watching her come down from the high. He lunged forth, yanked her up and flipped her around to face him. Deftly, he untied her hands behind her back, tossing the now-unneeded rope aside. He thumped down on the bed, sitting for the first time. Drawing her down to straddle his lap, he promptly guided his throbbing erection back into her.

She stirred as he began to rock her back and forth again, almost unable to bear how intimate this new position was. It was a first time like this for them, and it awakened intense and unexplored feelings in her. Now, she was staring into his eyes—intense and passionate. With untied wrists, she explored his muscled shoulders and inked biceps, adoring each hard curve. Her touch seemed to be welcome, and that look in his eye, the hardness in his jaw, told her he was moments away from climax.

She wanted to take his seed inside her. She wanted every last drop. The thought of it turned her on, buckling her spine as she ground hard over him—fucking his cock up into a pussy that had already been fucked hard enough.

“Matteo,” she screamed out as things got too crazy.

He grinned in response, quickening his pace.

“It’s only ever just been you,” he confessed, his voice hoarse.

He reached up to her jaw, planting a wet, open kiss on her mouth, biting her lip as he pulled back. Then he just held her face, grimacing as he came damn hard, unloading inside her. Releasing all the tension in his body and face, he gasped as his eyes softened. He caressed her cheek and neither of them seemed inclined to move. Her mind was blank and her body was sated, if not paralyzed. Breathing heavily, he hugged her into him, kissing her cheek and forehead. She inhaled his scent—sweat and masculinity.

Finally, he collapsed, pulling her into his bed. As she fell into him, he kissed her again, perhaps more affectionate than ever before. Grinning at her through narrowing eyes, it was clear that he was run ragged.

She traced down his cheek toward his tattooed chest and outlined a deep scar under his collarbone. His body had been through a lot. She guessed most of it was from war. She had never really given a lot of thought to just how difficult it would be to live the life of a SEAL—LA to Iraq, dinners out to shoot-outs, here one day, gone the next.

“Am I going to wake up alone?” she whispered, noticing his breathing steady as he held her.

He let out a soft laugh, seemingly amused. “No.”

“Really, don’t leave.” She touched the scar on his cheek again, caressing him. “Don’t leave me again.”

He drifted off as he nodded in agreement. “I won’t. I promise, I won’t.”

With his eyes closed, she studied him. In his sleeping form, he was vulnerable, as vulnerable as she’d ever seen him. And there was something different about him, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe it was the absence of his calculating eyes or his intimidating glare. She didn’t know. It gave her the chance to see him for what he really was.

A man who made her feel.

As she closed her eyes, her mind too exhausted to push on, something inside her became aware of something different growing between them for the first time. She smiled as he dropped his hand down her body. Finding her arm, he curled his fingers around hers, holding her hand. All she could think of was their son and that maybe he’d feel his father holding him one day soon, too. The welcome fantasy of the three of them together relaxed her, allowing sleep to overtake her.

Chapter Eighteen

Kendra wasn’t sure what time it was or how long it had been when she was startled awake by a body violently spasming beside her. Snapping open her eyes, alarmed, she sat up and reached out for Delta on the bed beside her, but quickly stopped herself as she observed him. He didn’t seem lucid, and his body was tensed. He shivered while he grumbled something, sounding urgent.

She pulled back, trying not to freak out. It looked like he was having a night terror. She felt like she was invading his space, witnessing something he’d never want her to see. She flitted her eyes back and forth, watching him, hoping he’d stop—but he didn’t. In fact, it just got worse. Delta grew louder, like he was shouting for something, but she couldn’t figure it out. Unnerved, she felt powerless watching his body coil, like he was in real pain. And just as sudden as the terror had started, it stopped, his body becoming heavy and still in the bed, like nothing had ever happened.

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