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I scream his name, my spine bowing as my orgasm breaks over me fast in a wash of heat.
My whole body goes boneless and I pant. It takes every ounce of strength I have left to open my eyes and stare down at him.
Tanner licks his lips. His smile is predatory. Satisfied. He eases to his knees and his cock is glistening at the tip. “You fucking taste like cream,” he growls.
I can find no words as he grips my thighs and pulls me down to him.
He fits his body to mine and slips inside with another deep rumble. My still clenching core ripples around him and I dig my nails into his thighs. “God, Tanner,” I gasp as he stretches me and fills me perfectly.
His head bends and those glowing silver eyes lock deep in mine. “Hold on.”
My eyes widen a moment before he pulls out and slams back into me. I scoot several inches on the bed as his cock bottoms out in my core. I grunt.
His grin is evil. “I did say hold on.”
I dig my hands into the mattress like my life depends on it.
He rolls his hips and glides out of me. My body tightens in response, trying to hold him deep inside. He pushes back in and the curved tip of him rubs along the top of my body in a thick caress.
I grip the bed and ride his cock, working my hips and ass in a frenzy as he pounds me into the mattress. Sweat beads along his neck and chest. The urge to lick away every drop fills my mouth in saliva.
My spine arches as he moves inside me, building that delicious friction again. But its more than that. It’s the fullness of having him inside me. It’s the way his eyes gleam and his teeth could shred me in two.
His hands convulse at my sides and there is a distinctive wet rip as his claws shred the quilt.
And it’s all I can take.
My orgasm catches me by surprise, tightening me and gripping his length until my vision darkens and I can only give a wordless cry as he pulls out fast.
The world spins as his hot seed coats my hips and belly.
He grunts above me, his hips pistoning as he works himself with one hand. “Fuck, Nisha.”
The words barely register as I lay in a world of soft glows and warmth. But I manage to lick my dry lips. “God,” I gasp. “You can … do me again … anytime.” And I am not surprised by how much I mean it.
Chapter 32
Tanner
Nisha’s words echo in my ears, but I’m too far gone.
Sweat rolls down my spine and I shake.
Fuck.
That was close. Too fucking close.
She collapses before me, her breathing ragged as her lean body twitches.
I swear under my breath and smooth her hair back from her flushed face. “Nisha? You still with me?”
She jerks. “I’m … fine.”
“Are you sure?” I murmur, still stroking her thick hair. “You’re kind of twitchy.”
Her hand raises and she weakly pats my knee. “I’m fine. Just messy.” Her eyes roll to mine. “I’m sure you had your reasons for that.”
I grimace. “Yeah,” I say.
