Page 80 of Keep Him Like Secrets

Reaching out, I grabbed his hand, pulling him closer, my hungry gaze on his.

“This isn’t in the story.”

“I think we do better off-script,” I told him, closing my hand around his hard length, then stroking him to the base as I leaned forward to run my tongue around the head. “Or should I stop?”

A growl moved out of him as his hand went to the back of my neck, fingers borderline crushing. “Don’t you dare.”

I had no plans to.

If there was anything hotter than having Soren drive me wild, it was doing the same to him. I was drunk on his desire, the way his fingers tightened on the back of my neck, how his hips were helpless but to rock deeper into my mouth, the frantic pace of his breath, the curses and groans as I sucked him faster and faster.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come down your throat instead of inside you,” he warned.

Suddenly, I was okay with that.

But Soren, it seemed, had other plans.

His fingers curled in my hair, yanking hard until the pain forced me back, then slowly made me rose to my feet.

He grabbed the backs of my legs, hauling me up, then walking backward until my back slammed into something hard and cold.

Not the wall, I realized with a shivery sort of desire. The window.

His lips were on mine, kissing me hard and deep, his lips as demanding as the hands that were moving over my body.

“Soren,” I whimpered, rocking myself against his hard length pressed to my cleft. “Please,” I cried as he pulled my hair to the side, exposing my neck so his lips could press there.

Then I felt the sharp sting of a bite that had my legs clenching around him, intolerably turned on by this feral sort of desire from such a controlled man.

“Is there any reason we can’t?” he asked, his breath ragged in my ear as he rocked harder against me.

We both knew what he was asking.

Tests, results, a lifetime commitment to each other in nine months.

None of which he needed to worry about.

“No,” I said, breathless. “Unless… you…”

His head lifted, his dark eyes flaming depths of need.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about from me,” he said, slipping his hips back, then surging deep inside me.

I couldn’t tell you what was louder: my cry, or the groan that escaped him.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he ground out, rocking just a little deeper.

“Please,” I whimpered, fingernails digging into his shoulders as my hips wiggled, too desperate for friction to care how much I was begging of this man.

Soren’s hands dug into my ass.

Then he was giving me exactly what I was aching for.

Fast and relentless—driving me right to that edge, then sending me ruthlessly over.

I thought I would take him with me, but as I clung to him afterward, I found him still hard inside me, his muscles shaking with the control it was taking to hold himself back.

He lowered me back onto my own feet, then turned me toward the windows, the lights of the city all around and below us.

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