Page 47 of Gambit
“Come for me,” I growl against her skin, increasing the pressure just enough to send her over the edge. Her orgasm rips through her with a force that has her back bowing off the bed as she clamps down on my fingers.
I give her a moment, watching as she comes down from her high, her chestnut waves fanned out like a halo for a dark angel. When she opens those striking eyes again, they’re filled with fire—the kind that promises retribution.
She rises, pushing me onto my back with more strength than you’d expect from someone who just had their world rocked. “My turn,” she says, voice laced with unmistakable intent, and I can’t fucking wait.
Eliza straddles me with the confidence of a queen ascending her throne. Her hands roam over my chest, each fingertip igniting sparks like she’s playing with live wires. She leans down, her breasts brushing against my skin, her lips tracing a line from my throat to my collarbone, teeth grazing just enough to make me hiss.
Eliza rises up, aligning herself with me. I’m throbbing hard, and when she sinks down on my dick, it’s pure fucking bliss. The way she moves—it’s sinful. A slow roll of her hips that has us both moaning. Her hands find purchase on my shoulders as she rides me, setting a punishing pace that has my head spinning.
“You’re so goddamn tight,” I grunt out as she rides me harder.
She leans forward, her breath hot against my ear. “And you’re so fucking deep,” she whispers, punctuating each wordwith a grind that nearly unravels me on the spot. “And you love it.”
I reach up to twist a nipple between my fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. “Every fucking second,” I shoot back, thrusting up into her, meeting her every move. Our rhythm is relentless.
I groan from deep within my chest, feeling that familiar coil of heat winding tighter in my gut. She knows just how to push me to the edge, and she’s brutal in her pursuit.
I flip us over without warning, pinning her beneath me in one smooth motion. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, urging me deeper. I bury myself to the hilt, over and over, lost in the heat of her pussy clenching around me.
“Harder,” Eliza commands between clenched teeth, her nails digging into my back like she can pull more out of me.
I give her everything she demands—and then some. The bed bounces under our combined assault; we’re a storm of limbs and lust as I pound into her with all the pent-up hunger of a man starved.
Her hands claw at my shoulders, leaving marks that will no doubt tell a tale tomorrow. But fuck it, we’re beyond caring about that now. We’ve crossed into a realm where there’s just us and the primal need to claim and be claimed.
“Tarquin!” she cries out, her voice raw with passion. It’s all the encouragement I need.
I feel her pussy clenching tighter around me, her orgasm building again, and it spurs me on to a savage pace. Her breasts bounce with every thrust, and I can’t resist leaning down to take a nipple between my teeth, biting gently enough to make her gasp and then soothe it with my tongue.
She bucks beneath me, pushing back against every thrust, meeting me stroke for stroke.
“Fuck yes!” she screams as she hits her peak, her cunt clamping down around my cock in delicious spasms that milk me for all I’m worth. The sight of her coming undone under me pushes me over the edge. The coil in my gut snaps, and my vision whites out as I come with a force that feels like it’s ripping me apart.
I collapse on top of her, our sweaty bodies sticking together as we pant for air. Our hearts thunder against each other; even in the aftershocks of our release, there’s an intensity that doesn’t fade.
“I love you,” I rasp, words almost getting lost in the effort to breathe.
Eliza laughs, low and throaty, her body still shuddering with aftershocks. “I fucking love you too.” Her hand strokes through my hair, nails gently scratching my scalp in a way that sends a shiver down my spine.
We lay there for a moment longer, just breathing each other in—the scent of sex and sweat mingling between us. She’s the first to move, rolling us over so that she’s lying on top of me, her head on my chest.
“Hungry?” I ask. Because after exertion like that, I know she must be.
“Starving,” she admits, pushing herself up into a sitting position and scanning the room for her clothes. “Pizza’s probably cold now.”
“We can warm it up.”
“What are you waiting for, then?”
Chuckling at her impatience as she throws her clothes back on haphazardly, I do the same, and we head downstairs, where the other guys are waiting with already warmed-up pizza.
“You guys are the best,” Eliza says, digging in.
“I can’t argue with that,” I agree, biting down with the hunger of a man twice my size.
“We really, seriously need to get back to lectures tomorrow,” Eliza says between bites.
“We will,” Raphael says, watching her with hunger in his eyes, but not for pizza, for her. Our time, just the two of us, has come to an end, but it was perfect, and there will be more times like it to come, and I can’t wait.
