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Like an animal. She shuddered and her tired, sore body flared to life at the thought of him doing it again. Exactly the same way.
She shifted, her buttocks rubbing against his cock.
His very hard cock.
She smiled into the darkness, feeling very much the powerful woman for giving him an erection by doing nothing more than cuddling next to him.
Then again, he might just have to pee.
She giggled.
"What's so funny?" Max asked in a groggy voice, then pushed against her again.
"Nothing. I was just wondering if you were hard because you wanted me or because you needed to pee."
He chuckled. "I did that an hour ago."
"You did?"
"Yeah. You're comatose when you sleep, did you know that?"
"Obviously not." She moved to get up, but his hand snaked out and grabbed onto her hip, pulling her tight against his raging hard-on.
"Don't move."
She waited for irritation to surface. Instead, her pussy dampened and excitement filled her.
Surprise of all surprises. She enjoyed having him control her.
In the bedroom, that is. Outside the bedroom, they damn well better be equals or all bets were off.
"Unless you have some immediate need to get out of bed, and I mean immediate, I don't want you to get up."
She shifted, wriggling her ass against his shaft. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Good." He flipped her over on her side so that she faced him, his face nearly unrecognizable in the darkness. Sliding his hand under her leg, he lifted it over his hip, aligning his cock at the entrance of her pussy.
Shannon wound her free arm around his neck and pulled his head closer, licking his bottom lip. "You taste good. Like a midnight snack."
"Mmm, that's about the right time of night, I think."
"How do you know? There's no clock in here."
He fit his lips against hers and teased her mouth. "I can tell. Trust me."
She'd have to, since she had no idea. Frankly, she wasn't sure she cared. They'd made love, they slept, and from the feel of his hard cock probing insistently against her slit, they'd be doing it again very shortly.
Winding her hair around his fingers, he tugged gently, enough to send sparks of pleasure spiraling down her spine. She turned her head, then winced at the slightly tender spot on her shoulder.
"What's wrong?" he asked, going completely still.
"You bit me," she teased. "It's sore there."
"Where?"
"Right here." She pointed to the spot.
"Aww, baby I'm sorry. Let me kiss it."
He leaned up and licked the tender spot on her shoulder. She laughed then held on as he nibbled lightly down her neck and collarbone. He stopped at her breast, taking her nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly.
Pleasurable pain shot deep inside her.
"Tyrant," she murmured, but she wasn't really complaining. Not when he drew her nipple into his mouth and suckled her.
"Sissy," he mumbled against her breast.
When he moved down and licked the underside of her ribs, she giggled.
"Ticklish, are you?"
"No. I'm not." He moved his hands over her ribcage and tickled her. She laughed out loud.
"Ah, you are ticklish."
"No! And stop that, you big bully." She pushed at him, but he rolled her onto her back and pinned her arms above her head.
"You like me bullying you," he argued, nudging her legs apart with his knee and settling between them.
Maybe she did. But she wasn't about to admit it. She'd already given up enough.
"You like me fucking you, too." His voice dropped down an octave, a heated, dark tone that matched the moon-filtered rainy skies. Probing between her legs, he fit the head of his cock between her pussy lips and surged forward, just enough to slip part way inside her.
A soft moan escaped her lips and she lifted her hips to encourage a driving thrust. "Well, yes, I do like that a lot."
"Show me how much you like it." He leaned back, withdrawing his cock until just the head was inside her.
That wouldn't do at all. With determined fervor, she wrapped her legs around his hips and soared upward, grabbing his cock with her pussy. Thunder rumbled outside the screen door, a quick flash of lightning shooting across the sky.
Max let out a grunt of pleasure and dropped her back down on the mattress, driving deep inside her at the same moment he took her lips in a punishing kiss that she welcomed with enthusiasm.
His passion was boundless, and matched her own. This is what she had been missing. How could she ever have lived without this all-consuming need that she knew instinctively could only come with Max?
He buried his head in her neck, kissing and nibbling h
er throat until she broke out in chills. Slipping his hands under her buttocks, he ground against her sex, his pubic mound rubbing against her clit.
"Max," she groaned, knowing she was close.
"Yes," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Come for me, Shannon."
As if her body obeyed his command, her orgasm rushed through her like a flood, sweeping her away in a high tide of sensation so overwhelming that she tried to escape by pushing at his shoulders. She felt water rush around them, fierce waves lapping over the bed and knew that she'd brought the flood inside the room but was powerless to stop it.
"More!" he shouted, clasping her tighter against him and stroking incessantly until tears came to her eyes. This was too much sensation, and it wouldn't stop as wave after wave crashed through her.
Tears streamed down her face as she went from one peak to another, Max holding her close and murmuring words that she couldn't understand. Her pussy squeezed his cock tight and he tensed, then growled as he jettisoned a stream of come deep inside her. She screamed as huge waves pummeled them both.
He began to jerk against her repeatedly, groaning and licking at her neck and shoulders. She shuddered against him as emotion poured between them, drenching her in sensations that she wasn't sure she could handle.
The water receded slowly, disappearing and drying the room as it had earlier. Her powers once again safely tucked away, she relaxed her tensed muscles.
Shannon blinked away the tears, shocked at what she'd just experienced with Max. She didn't know how to interpret the overwhelming emotions she had when she was with him. Truly, this was unfamiliar territory and it scared the hell out of her. She'd have to back away from this a bit until she found her bearings.
Max rolled off and lay on his back, pulling Shannon against his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder, still breathing heavily and awed at what had transpired.
She'd often dreamed of a man who could take her places she'd never been before. Of what it would feel like when she found that one man who was her match.
She'd found him, all right. She was in love with Max. Infuriating, obstinate, alpha-male Max Devlin was the man who'd captured her heart.
Now what the hell was she supposed to do? He didn't love her. He wanted her, that much was certain, but passion eventually withered. What foundation would they have to build upon then?
