Page 113 of Beautiful Exile

My lips parted, a pant leaving them as wetness gathered between my thighs.

“That’s my girl,” Linc praised, his hand ghosting over the globe of my ass, coaxing a little more from that heat. “But you still have to pay for making me suffer through three hours of riding with a goddamned hard-on.”

A soft giggle left my lips.

Linc’s hand tightened in my hair. “Are you laughing at me?”

Before I could answer, his hand came down again, a little harder this time. My body bowed. The flicker of pain, the rush of heat, it was all so good I couldn’t help the moan that slipped from my lips.

Linc’s hand coasted over my ass to stroke between my thighs. “Fuck. You love it. Pussy’s weeping already.”

I shuddered against him. “Linc.”

“So beautiful when she begs.” He slid two fingers inside me.

My back arched as I pushed against him, so damn desperate for more.

Those fingers were gone in a flash, and Linc’s palm came down in another strike. “My girl’s greedy, too. Always ready to take what she wants. What she needs. But right now, you’re going to take what I give you.”

My head turned as I cast furious eyes on him. “Gonna give you blue balls if you’re not careful.”

Linc laughed, the sound full of mischief and heat. “You think I’m not already walking around in that permanent state because of you?”

My mouth curved, the power of that statement coursing through me.

Linc’s eyes hooded. “You love that. Live to torture me. My vicious girl.”

Those fingers were back, three this time, gliding in and out. I whimpered. They felt so damn good, but it wasn’t quite enough. I pushed into Linc’s hand, needing deeper, more.

My walls fluttered with the briefest shudder on the way to the edge. Then, Linc’s hand was gone. I let out a sound of protest, and his palm came down on my ass again. It was almost enough to send me over the edge, the pleasure and pain. Linc gave me both.

He stood in a flash, bringing me with him as he released his hold on my hair. “Hands on the tree,” he growled.

It was only two steps to the thick trunk, but each one had my skin burning hotter, the air feeling like a snowstorm in comparison. I didn’t look back as my palms pressed against the rough bark, but I heard Linc: the sound of his zipper like a cannon in the quiet, the rustling of his clothes until his big body curved around mine.

Linc’s hand twisted in my hair again, pulling my head back. “Tell me I can take you.”

My core clenched as I pushed my ass against him. “Take me.”

Linc slid his tip along my slit, teasing up to my clit until I whimpered again. He moved back to my opening, and that hand fisted my hair as he slammed into me. The force of it had my eyes watering and my mouth falling open. It was nothing but pure power and sensation. Nothing but everything Linc could give me.

The rough bark dug into my palms as he took me, but I didn’tgive him supremacy. I gave as good as I got. Met him thrust for thrust. Because the thing about me and Linc was that it was always a battle. We were never afraid to fight for what we wanted. And that made it beautiful—the honesty.

Linc muttered something nonsensical as he hit a spot that had light dancing in front of my vision. Those fingers tightened in my hair. “Need you with me. Always with me.”

“I’m with you.” The words were punctuated by gasps, my lungs stealing all the air they could get.

“Not close enough,” Linc gritted out. “Finger on your clit. Find it with me.”

My body obeyed without my brain stopping to consider the concession. One hand dropped from the tree and slid between my thighs. I let out a curse at the first sensation of my finger circling that bundle of nerves.

“That’s it. So perfect,” Linc praised.

My body sparked at his words.

“Tease it. Closer,” he ordered.

Yet again, I obeyed. My body shuddered as sparks lit beneath my skin. Linc picked up speed, powering into me until I was all but lost.

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