Page 90 of Holding on to Chaos
His free hand clamped onto her hip, holding her in place whenever she tried to wriggle free. It was building. She could feel the need taking her higher and higher out of her body as if she were cresting a wave.
“Donovan?” She said his name to ground herself. She didn’t want to get lost. But it was too late for that.
He slipped his fingers into her again, and she came, clutching and begging. She saw fireworks behind her closed lids. Pops of color that shimmered and glowed as she rode out her release.
“There is nothing sexier in the world than you coming for me,” Donovan said, twisting under her. He tossed her to the mattress facedown and closed her hands over the rungs in her headboard. “Hold on for me, baby.”
“Hurry, Donovan,” she breathed.
He stroked his hand over her shoulder, down the arch of her back and across the curve of her hip. He pushed the lace and silk of her slip up until she was exposed. “You’re my every fantasy come true, Evangelina,” he told her.
She bit her lip to keep from blurting out the words that were clogging her throat. There was too much to fix before she could say them.
“Now, Donovan. Please!”
With great care, he lined himself up to her entrance and pushed into her. Eva felt the words she longed to say replaced with an uncontrollable whimper as he finally filled her. Her knuckles went white from her grip on the spindles.
Donovan’s shout of triumph was cut off. “Shit. Damn it, Eva.” He stilled in her. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“What?” she hissed the word out, not caring what the problem was as long as he didn’t leave her.
“I forgot the condom.”
“Birth control.”
“Yes. That’s what a condom is,” Donovan growled, his fingers digging painfully into her hips.
“No. I’m on birth control.”
“You’re okay with—”
“God, yes. Donovan, if you don’t start moving right now, I’m going to die, and this moment will be your life-long regret.”
“Yes, ma’am. I live to serve.”
And serve he did.
Bare, with nothing between them, Donovan stroked in and out of her. Eva dropped her face into the pillow because breathing no longer mattered. Nothing did but the feel of the man inside her, behind her, above her. She felt raw, vulnerable, exposed. But she didn’t feel scared. She felt… free.
He pushed her to her knees, and her spine bowed.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said in staccato bursts between his powerful thrusts. “Eva.” He gritted her name out through his teeth.
In response, Eva rose on her hands and looked over her shoulder. His face was tight, the cords in his neck standing out as he fought for control. She’d taken him here. Let him take her with him.
Her muscles clenched and closed over him, and she knew he felt it, felther.
He groaned, beads of sweat making their way down his expanse of chest. She couldn’t look away. She wanted to watch him as they went off together. She wanted to see him the first time he lost himself in her with nothing keeping them apart.
Her muscles quickened around his shaft. “I feel you, baby. I know you’re ready. Touch yourself,” he commanded.
Eva would have done anything the man asked in that moment. She brought her fingers to the apex of her thighs, and as Donovan pumped into her she stroked herself to a blinding orgasm. She felt him tense on the first explosion. He levered his hips into her and held firm with a half-shout. She came like that, with him buried inside her, pouring his own release into her.
Hot, pulsing need was finally fulfilled. He was moving again, more gently now as he drew out both their orgasms with a slow, smooth ride.
Eva flopped face down with a satisfied moan and Donovan collapsed on top of her.
“I’m so glad you snuck out,” she said into the pillow.
