Page 74 of The Hero Within
Hate fuck or not, he didn't intend to rush a damned minute of this.
Eden McClain had haunted him for years.
He wanted to imprint every second of this encounter in his brain, until he couldn't remember their hateful past, only this. New memories to replace the old, an encounter forged out of the forgiveness he desperately needed from her.
Tilting his head, he suckled hard on her clit, alternating that with the slow, heated lap of his tongue. Every gasp that came from her lips felt like victory, and he teased her as the pressure built within her, tracing slow, lazy circles, flicking his tongue lightly against her when her fingers dug into his scalp and her body silently begged him to lick hard.
"Colton," she breathed as he thrust his tongue between her slick folds. A soft scream broke over her lips, and she arched in response, her thighs clamping around his head.
Nothing had ever tasted better than the slick wetness of her desire. Nothing had ever sounded as good as her soft cries of ecstasy as she came.
I could spend all day eating Eden McClain out.
But her fist was in his hair, dragging him insistently up.
And as much as he wanted to prolong this, he also knew he was getting dangerously close to the edge himself. Jerking the buttons of his jeans open, he kissed her throat again, shoving her hips wide.
"Ready?"
"Yes!"
He thrust into her wet heat, his jeans still half-on.
Eden cried out, flinging her head back as her spine arched.
Johnny buried his face in her throat, fucking her with short, ferocious thrusts. Her body sheathed him like a glove, molten with heat. A good thing he'd worked her over, for he could sense the warg within him climbing to the surface. It wanted to fuck. Hard and fast, and brutal. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, so he ground his teeth together, fighting back against the rush of blood through his veins.
It was as if she felt him trying to rein himself back. "Harder," she breathed, nipping at his lip and digging her heels into the back of his thighs. "I want to feel it tomorrow. I don't mind the bruises."
So be it.
She'd called it hate sex—he'd even been the one to jokingly suggest it—but there was nothing of hate in this. Only pure, rapturous pleasure. The chance to worship her body with his, to take what he so desperately wanted from her.
Pinning her wrists to the fur, he gathered them in one hand and slid the other down to drag her knee up between them. The angle made her cry out.
"That's it, angel." Burying his face against her throat, he bit his lower lip as the pressure in his balls began to mount. "Come,mi alma."
Her body clenched.
"Eres una mujer hermosa y obstinada," he whispered hotly, in her ear. "Eres hermosa. Eres mío. Mi dulce sabor del cielo...."
"Sweet Jesus," she breathed. "What are you saying?"
He gasped against her throat. She liked that. Every inch of her clenched around him until he was seeing stars.
"Scream for me," he panted, arching his hips to ride over that spongy little spot deep inside her. "Scream my name, darlin'."
Can't hold on much longer....
Fuck. He gritted his teeth together, his thrusts slowing. Eden's spine arched, her breasts meeting his chest as he pinned her wrists down and told her how fucking much he loved this in Spanish.
"Oh, God," she breathed. "Oh... my...God. Colton!"
The word burst out of her in a rush as her body gave a spasm around his. Johnny captured her scream with a kiss, feeling his own orgasm hit him like a lightning bolt. Pinning her beneath him, his spare hand fisted in her hair, he bucked into her as heat swept up the back of his spine and he came.
Thousands of nights alone.
Thousands of blood-soaked days beneath a blistering sun.
