Page 76 of Silver Fox's Christmas Scandal
She tasted sweet and familiar, and when she kissed me back with equal passion, the fury that had been consuming me transformed into something else entirely.
Need. Want. The overwhelming desire to lose myself in the one person who still believed in me when everyone else saw liability.
Her back hit the wall with a soft thud as I pressed her there, my body caging hers in.
The taste of bourbon still burned my tongue, but it was nothing compared to the fire spreading through me as her lips opened under mine.
I kissed her hard, taking what I’d been denied all day, my hands sliding down her sides until I gripped her thighs and hauled her up.
She wrapped around me instantly, her skirt riding high, her breath breaking against my mouth.
“Lucian,” she gasped when I ground her against the thick line of my cock. The sound of my name in her voice—wanting, trembling—snapped the last thread of control I had left.
I carried her down the hall, not bothering with lights. I knew every inch of this place, and I didn’t need sight when all I wanted was the feel of her legs squeezing my waist, the heat of her body clinging to me.
My bedroom door banged open against the wall, and I dropped her onto the bed, following her down before she could even catch her breath.
Her fingers were already pulling at my tie, jerking it loose, pushing at the buttons of my shirt. I ripped it open instead, buttons scattering to the floor.
Her dress slid up over her hips as I forced her thighs wide, my mouth crushing hers again before dragging lower—her jaw, her throat, the curve of her breast.
I shoved the dress down off her shoulders and dragged it past her hips, baring her completely. She arched under me when my teeth caught her nipple through thin lace.
My hand yanked her bra down and freed her, my tongue lashing over the hard peak until her hands fisted in my hair.
“Please,” she whispered, though she didn’t even know what she was asking for yet.
I shoved her panties aside and slid two fingers through her wetness. My cock pulsed painfully, but I wanted her shaking for me first.
I drove my fingers deep, curling them until her hips bucked off the bed. Her mouth opened on a soundless cry, her chest heaving as I took her with my hand, faster, harder, until wet heat coated my fingers.
“I’ve wanted you all day,” I growled against her throat. “Been thinking about how good it’s going to feel when your body wraps tight around my cock.”
She tried to answer, but words broke into a moan when I added a third finger, stretching her until she was writhing beneath me.
Her thighs clamped around my arm, her nails dug into my shoulders, and then she shattered—body convulsing, pussy clenching hard around my hand as she came with a cry that filled the room.
I didn’t let up. I thrust through it, grinding my thumb over her clit until her second climax tore through on the heels of the first, wetter, louder, her entire body shaking.
“Christ,” I bit out, pulling my fingers free and smearing her slickness across the inside of her thigh. I shoved my pants down and kicked them aside, tugged her panties off completely, then shoved her knees higher, positioning myself between them. “I’m not waiting another damn second.”
I dragged my cock through her soaked folds and pushed into her in one rough thrust.
Her tight walls clenched around me so tight I almost lost it right there, but I held still, grinding in deep, making her feel every inch. Her head fell back, lips parted on a broken moan.
“God, you’re mine,” I snarled, pulling out and slamming back in. The bedframe groaned under the force of it, her breasts bouncing with each hard thrust as I drove into her again and again.
Then I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, lifting her open to me. The new angle let me drive deeper, pressing into her until she cried out, all while I stayed over her, holding her down.
She gasped, “Lucian—” but it broke into another cry when I pounded harder, the slap of our bodies echoing in the dark. I leaned down, mouth catching hers, swallowing her moans as I drove into her relentlessly. Her walls squeezed me, milking me with every thrust. She was close again, I could feel it.
“Come for me,” I demanded, grinding my hips just right, driving into her mattress until her body arched and another climax ripped through her.
She screamed my name this time, her whole body tightening, thighs trembling as wave after wave of release shook through her. She clamped down around me so fiercely I had to grit my teeth not to spill inside her, every convulsion dragging me closer to the edge.
I pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up. She scrambled onto her hands and knees, and I slammed back into her from behind.
My hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back so I could hear every filthy sound she made.
