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She’d been rinsing bits of toothpaste from her brush when a naked Isaiah came up behind her. He’d roughly kicked her legs apart, startling her into dropping the objects she’d held, and shoved up her long tee. After treating her to a minimal amount of finger-fucking, he’d plopped her butt on the vanity, gripped her hips tight, and then crammed every inch of his cock in her pussy—with not one word spoken.
And now he was powering into her, grunting against her neck. There was no sensual finesse, no caressing or sweet words. This was fucking. Savage and basic and aggressive.
Her cat reveled in it.
Quinley clung to him with every limb, her eyes closed in pure euphoria. Her body was in full-swing—chemicals racing, hormones dancing, nerve-endings blazing.
Orgasm approaching.
A drawn-out snarl vibrated against her neck. “Hold it,” he ordered, sheer assertiveness buried in his words.
She’d just known he was going to say that. “Not fair,” she whined, opening her eyes. “Don’t wanna.”
Slowing his pace, he lifted his head to look down at her, the sheen of such need in his gaze. “I didn’t ask you what you want, did I?”
“Dick.”
“Hold. It.”
Whimpering, she bit down on her bottom lip.
“That’s it,” Isaiah praised, sensing her beat back her release. “My perfect little fuck doll.”
He went back to plowing into her, his grip on her thighs bruising. Damn if he wasn’t addicted to this woman. Her taste, heat, scent, softness—it all called to him. Everything about her did.
His cat pushed at him to fuck her harder, knowing she could take it. Isaiah upped his pace, wishing he’d whipped off her tee so he had a view of all the brands he’d left on her. He had a map of her body memorized in his head; knew the location of every brand, dip, freckle, hollow, scar.
There was no part of her he hadn’t touched or tasted. No part he hadn’t made his.
Echoes of everything she was feeling—bliss, frustration, a winding tension—skittered along their bond. It all fed the coiling force inside him that pushed him toward his own release.
“Let me come,” she rasped, tipping her head to the side, offering him her throat; anticipating what he’d ask of her.
Isaiah latched onto her neck with his teeth and jutted his hips harder and faster, slamming deep each time. He slipped a hand between them, rolled her clit with his thumb, and rumbled, “Come.”
He felt an echo of a white-hot onslaught of pleasure raid her body, surging and crackling through her. The sensation gripped his balls and triggered his own release, making him explode inside her with a hoarse groan.
She sagged forward, resting her cheek on his shoulder, her breaths coming as fast and heavy as his. “Well. Though my butt isn’t keen on this cold marble, I thoroughly enjoyed that.”
A smile warmed his chest. “You said it was sore after last night,” he pointed out, going for innocent.
She raised her head, her eyes narrowing. “Oh, so you were just benevolently attempting to soothe it?” A mocking question.
He shrugged. “I couldn’t just ignore that your ass is tender, could I?”
She snorted. “You could stop making it tender.”
“Why would I do that when you like having my cock up there just as much as I do?”
“It was just a thought.”
“It’ll have to remain a thought.” Nuzzling her temple, he curled his arms around her. “Now kiss me.”
She delved her fingers into the back of his hair as she touched her mouth to his. The kiss was soft and lazy and drugging. “Don’t rev my engines again—we have a full schedule today, and we’re already a little behind since we slept in.”
“Are you looking forward to the party later?”
“I am.” She doodled a circle over the claiming brand on his shoulder. “I’m also looking forward to seeing Raya and Lori. And the rest of my family, obviously. But I need to know my sis and her mate are okay after what happened.”
