Page 72 of Fighting Gravity
“Yes,” I said under my breath, my words coming out with a shudder.
“What was that?”
“Yes,” I said louder.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I can take you.”
He plunged deep again, rocking me against the floor. The sweet friction devoured me, every stroke caressing each nerve in my body and making them sing with fear and rapture.
“You are such a mystery to me,” Rhone continued, his hand now pressed to the small of my back like a vice. “I see you and I want to devour you, Quinn. Your body already knows how to take my cock.” He slammed into me, forcing the breath from my lungs again. “You take it like you want it. Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.”
I didn’t even hesitate.
I was broken. My body really did want it. It needed it. And the more Rhone spoke with that odd undertone, the more I lost myself to his hard thrusts. And that was the scary part. I was drifting away from the person I knew and I was becoming something different with him. Something I didn’t recognize.
Rhone drove himself into me faster. Faster. Harder. I was gasping for air, unable to get a full breath with the way I was being jostled. Oh, but I didn’t care. I was consumed by it.
Rhone suddenly rolled onto his side with a groan, rolling me with him. His arms enveloped me, pinning my body to his as he continued to ravage me. With his forearm against my windpipe, I could hardly breathe. I grabbed his arm with both hands, losing myself in the intense, building pressure coiling in my stomach. But then he took one of my wrists and slid my hand down between my legs.
“Touch yourself, Quinn,” he rasped. “I want to feel you come around me.”
I was surprised by the demand but needed no other coaxing. I was so close and I wanted to unravel. So I nudged my fingers between my thighs and found my swollen clit, stroking it as he continued to ride me. The pleasure that trembled through me with every caress of my fingers was driving me insane until I could barely remember where I was or who I was with. All I could feel was ecstasy and I relished it, forcing myself toward completion.
“Say my name,” Rhone said into my ear.
“No,” I refused, so close to climax.
He pounded into me mercilessly, knowing I was nearly there. Suddenly, he snatched my hand away, depriving me of my release, and replaced it with his. I needed friction, though, and he wasn’t moving.
“Say my name, Quinn,” he demanded again, clamping a hand over my throat.
Shit, I couldn’t help myself.
“Fuck,” I whined. “Rhone.”
His hand started moving, his fingers stroking over my clit with expert pressure. A few small circles and I was finished.
I shuddered, my orgasm starting in my stomach and exploding outward to every finger and every toe and every hair follicle until I was drowning in it. I squeezed my legs together and Rhone continued to abuse my overly sensitive body, chasing his own release. When he finally found it, his body stiffened, his strained voice loud against my ear. Liquid heat spilled deep inside, filling me, but he continued to thrust, taking me beyond that ledge until I was boneless against him.
He peeled his hand from my neck and we lay there, hot and spent and both panting through the aftermath of our shared climax. Finally, Rhone pulled a bandana-like cloth from his belt and slowly withdrew from me before wiping me mostly clean.
“Don’t tell me,” I said, anticipating things to end like they did last time. “I should go clean myself up?”
He sat up and rubbed his palm over the bleeding wound on his shoulder. Then he smeared his dark, red blood across my thigh and stood.
“No,” he said, adjusting his leathers and tightening his belt. He tossed the cloth he’d used to wipe me on the floor beside my head as I rolled onto my back. “You keep my scent on you until I say otherwise.”
I lifted my hips to pull my pants up and fastened them. Then I stood on wobbly legs and tried not to look as dizzy as I felt. That time, however, it wasn’t the heat and dehydration that made my head spin. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
I didn’t want Rhone to know that, though.
“When will you say otherwise?” I said, brushing my hair out of my face.
“After we’ve eaten. My crew returns today and we’ll be leaving Kahten’nak.”
