Page 88 of Warrior

She was used for sex. Over and over.Soldfor it. And yet, she’s overcome that with Reese. She seems to have forgiven the one boy who was there on the other side.

If only Gabriel…

Stop it.

Thinking of that monster only makes my thoughts shift to Kade, and the inexplicablethumpof anxiety behind my ribs.

I fist my cock and stroke it, although it’s unnecessary.

What is necessary is a condom, but I don’t have one.

Selfish, stupid… a combination of the two.

She still covers herself with her sweatshirt, her left arm banded across her stomach.

“You hiding from me, wildcat?” I lean into her body. Sweet, welcoming, warm. I take my time inching closer to her mouth, until she comes to me.

The kiss is deeper that way. It shows me she wants me just as much as I want her. I mean, I figured from how she kissed me in the elevator and the look in her eyes right after.

One hand on my dick, lining myself up with her entrance. The other pulls the sweatshirt away and tosses it to the floor. Her breasts will be my next focus, but first?—

I thrust inside her, and she gasps into my mouth.

The perfect noise.

I rock my hips forward, inching deeper. She’s tight, and I concentrate on her lips instead of her pussy so I don’t burst immediately. After a long moment, I bottom out in her.

Heaven.

Staying there, I drag my lips from her mouth and down her throat. I cover her mouth with my hand, the fingers that were inside her slipping past her teeth. She makes a surprised noise, but I don’t stop until I’ve got her nipple in my mouth.

My fingers move in tandem with my dick. I keep her jaw open. Her tongue curls around the pads of my fingers.

She shudders.

My hand leaves her mouth and goes to her clit. Flicking it, pinching it. She arches, forcing her breasts into my face, and I gladly take more in my mouth. Her pink areola. Her nipple ring sits on my tongue.

Her body trembles with each thrust. I move faster, stroke her harder. We’re racing toward a cliff, and I want to feel her milk my cock as I come.

A thought I keep to myself, though, as I work both of us up.

It takes every bit of control to slow a fraction, easting the tightness in my balls. I want to comenow, but she’s only just rising.

Until she’s there, and I let go of my inhibitions.

She comes with a cry, her nails digging into the back of my neck, and I follow.

It’s every bit as good as I imagined.

I rise off of her chest. Her breast that I was mauling—leaving the other untouched, by contrast—is red and puffy. Her nipple stands at attention.

My hips move, and I shake my head at the sensation.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

I focus on her face. “I just don’t want to pull out just yet.”

“Ah.” She makes a clucking noise. She crosses her ankles behind me. “Guess you should stay there, then.”

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