Page 137 of Burning Ember
But then he stills.
“Please . . . don’t stop,” I whisper as I dig my nails into his back. “It feels so good.”
“That’s it. Hold on to me, baby.”
It’s meant to be a warning. I realize that a couple of seconds later as his cock goes all the way to my womb and rapidly withdraws, only to drive into me again. He slams into me in rapid succession, and his biceps bulge with the force he uses to bring my world falling down all around me.
“Holy sh . . . I’m going to . . .”
“Let me see it, Doll,” he speaks huskily against my lips. “Show me. Show me what it looks like when you let go. Come for me.” Then he’s kissing me expertly and fucking me into the mattress hard enough to move us up with each powerful thrust and I’m wrapped completely around him.
It only takes four, four more mind-shattering strokes for my body to succumb. I’m propelled into another orgasm. Every limb stiffens. The intensity practically paralyzes me.
He growls low and thrusts deep. “Fuck, Ember. I feel you. You grip me so goddamn good, baby.” Still, he manipulates my body causing the pulses to stretch on and on forever.
He reaches up and grabs the headboard with both hands. His voice changes and his face hardens with concentration. “Christ, I’m ready to come in this sweet pussy. But not until you come around me like that one more time.”
Using his grip on the wood behind me, he drives up into me with such force that I swear I see stars each time he bottoms out. “Again. You’re gonna come again.”
Holy mother of God.
After only a few seconds of this new assault, I become someone I never knew I could be. And say things like, “Yes, please. Oh, my God! There, yes.” And I’m sure when this is over I’ll be embarrassed as hell, but right now I can only feel and be and open myself up to this new wild burning ache he’s started inside me.
When I’m not gasping for breath, I’m crying out his name more times than I can count. Leaning up, I lick the sweat from Mav’s chest and circle my tongue around his nipples. My claws rake down his back as he spears himself inside me.
Something cracks behind me and I almost giggle because . . .shit. . . I think we just broke his new bed.
He slams into me faster and grunts with the effort. His mouth comes to my ear. “Let me see it.” He bites my earlobe and mixes all the pleasure he’s giving me with a spike of pain. Every part of my body locks up, my head kicks back, and I scream. I detonate, and my orgasm sends tremors through every part of me.
Mav growls and his head bows forward. “Yes, Doll! I feel you.” He thrusts all the way in, and a shudder runs through his whole body. Together we break apart. Him right along with me this time. Warmth hits my womb as Mav’s body strings tight.
Moments later, as his muscles begin to relax, his arms give out, and he collapses over me, resting his forehead on my shoulder. And our heavy breaths are the only sound to be heard.
I have no idea how long it takes for us both to recover, but it’s a while. Mav’s the first to move. He kisses my shoulder. “Never felt anything like you locked around me before. And the way you look when you come. Most beautiful fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen.”
He palms my face with both of his hands on my cheeks. “Promise me you’re gonna be here when I wake up, because I already know it’s gonna wreck me not to have more of this. More of you.”
“I’m here, Mav. I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”
His kiss this time is utterly soft and gentle. Tender. And with it, he steals another piece of me. Another piece of my heart. I don’t think falling for him was ever a choice. More like an inevitability.
We all wear a shell that portrays the image we want others to see. But what matters is what’s underneath.
EMBER
Mav enters what looks to be a bathroom, flips on the light, and an instant later water’s running. He comes back with a wet towel. “We made a mess, but there is nothin’ like feelin’ you skin to skin.” He tentatively cleans between my legs. “How long will the birth control the doc gave you last?”
What?
His eyes sweep up to mine as his words work their way through me.
Oh, my God, we didn’t use protection.
I’ve been so wrapped up in him and the sensual feel of everything he’s done to me, I didn’t even think about it.
I stare at him stunned, speechless, and count the weeks since my last birth control shot. Warner had put me on the shot “just in case I changed my mind about waiting,” but surely, that’s worn off by now.
It’s been. . . .
