Page 144 of Beneath the Mountain Sky
She issues the tiniest whimper. “I will.”
Somehow, I don’t believe her, but I don’t fucking care if they see anyway.
This is what she needs right now, in this moment, to forget all the ways her head is wrapped up in the past, all the things she can’t remember.
She needs me.
She needs to feel alive again.
And with the moon shining brightly overhead, the rough bark at her back, and my cock inside her, I don’t know how she could possibly think about anything else.
I reach between us, align the head at her slick entrance, and glide into her in one long, smooth stroke.
She gasps, her breath catching as I seat myself fully inside her.
Her hands tighten around my neck, nails digging into the skin, and I freeze, allowing her to adjust to my size. Giving her a moment to consider what the hell we’re doing and to change her mind if she wants to. But she squeezes around me tightly and scores those nails across my shoulders. “Move.”
Fuck. Yes.
Her wish is my command, and I drag my hips back and slam into her again. The gasp that falls from her lips this time is louder. Needier.
My cock throbs deep inside her. “Told you, you need to be quiet, Honeybee.”
She nods.
“And hold on tight.”
Keeping one hand on her ass to support her, I pin my chest to hers and slide my other up around her neck, pinning her head to the tree.
Her eyes roll up, and she swallows hard against my palm.
Fuuuuuuck.
It never gets old.
This feeling of being inside her.
Of every little noise she makes vibrating along my hand and knowing they’re because of me.
Because of what I can do for her.
I squeeze gently, her heartbeat thrumming rapidly under my thumb as I pull my hips back and plunge into her again.
This time, I don’t pause.
I don’t hesitate.
I don’t stop.
I set a driving rhythm.
Harsh.
Demanding.
The type designed to bring us both to release quickly.
I crash my lips to hers, inhaling her gasps. Her tiny mewls. The frantic pants that fall as I pound into her. “I’m going to catch your scream, Honeybee.”
