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Vivienne moaned, and whimpered when his lips moved from hers. He quickly pushed her underwear and tights off. On his knees before her, he parted her thighs, and caressed her with his tongue. Head falling backward, she gripped his hair, holding him to her as a raging orgasm washed over her.
Conall came up like a great beast ready to devour her—which he was—and easily moved her back until she was wedged between his body and the counter. A rock and a hard place. His lips touched the side of her neck before he nipped lightly at the spot.
“Which one am I?” he half-growled, and Vivienne was so submerged in the pleasure that when he lifted his head and raised a brow, she could only stare at him in confusion.
“Rock or hard place?”
His hands slid under the tank top, and she lifted her hands, allowing him to pull it off. Conall took a step back, staring at her with those intense yellow eyes before he visibly calmed himself.
Against her will, Vivienne remembered what Samia had said about Conall exerting control when he was with her. She didn’t want his control. She wanted all of him. Stepping forward, she wrapped one arm about his neck and molded her naked body to his. She ran her tongue along his lips, and used her free hand to touch his length. She did so gingerly at first, but his uneven breathing encouraged her, and she found herself clasping him in her fist, moving her hand along the thick appendage.
“Definitely the hard place,” she whispered.
The moment those words left her lips, she was spun around, and instinctively planted the palms of her hands against the smooth countertop. A brief jolt of modesty rushed through her. She was standing naked in the kitchen with Conall while God knew who else was in the house. Modesty slipped far away when Conall’s sex nudged her, parting her outer lips as the bulbous head slid down to her swollen nub. She arched her back, pushing squirming until his hands clasped her hips and held her steady.
His scent, high on the air, touched her nostrils and she whimpered. When he pushed into her, Vivienne groaned, biting into her bottom lip as he stretched her. He stopped, his grip tightening on her hips. Slowly, he pulled out, only to delve deeper.
She gasped, her hand moving to grasp his hip. Conall held tight to his control, moving slowly and easily, sliding into her inch by inch.
Touch me, she whispered into his mind, moving eagerly with him as he thrust forward.
His hands went to her breasts, squeezing before tweaking the sensitive nipples.
I’m so hot, Conall—please…harder.
His hands tightened against her, and he groaned. She pushed against him, feeling something larger nudge her entrance. Her eyes widened. What was that?
“Vivienne…,” his voice was gravelly, and he sounded like he was giving her a warning.
“Pin me,” she murmured in response, unsure of what that meant but certain that whatever it was, she’d enjoy it if he was her partner.
He halted, still rigid in her body. “What—what did you say?”
Shifting slightly to look over her shoulder at him, Vivienne wiggled her bottom, sighing at the delicious feeling with him still buried inside her, and repeated her request. “Pin me, Conall.”
A nanosecond later, he’d pulled out, and she was being half-carried, half-dragged somewhere. The living room. The lights were off, and she didn’t feel self-conscious when he lowered her to the plush carpet, pulling her up so she was on all fours before him.
His finger slipped into her so suddenly, she gasped. Before she could savor the feeling, he removed it, and thrust into her.
She screamed.
Conall stilled, his fingers loosening their hold on her hips. Did I hurt you?
She shook her head, unable to form a coherent thought besides, More.
He reared back, and the following thrusts were even more powerful than the first. Her body jolted forward as he came up against her thighs, and she dug her fingers into the carpet, loving the wildness of this joining. Her muscles clamped up and she felt her orgasm take her. Her body lurched forward and down, but Conall’s hand held her secured. His chest came down against her, and she felt his breath against his shoulder. Instinctively, she knew what he wanted to do.
Please, I want…everything.
His tongue traced her shoulder, and he managed to plant a gentle kiss before he bit down. Vivienne cried out, pain mingling with pleasure as his hard thrusts continued. She tried to shift her body slightly, but a warning growl erupted from him. Shifting her head, she stared into his yellow eyes.
She gasped as the swollen base of his cock demanded entry. Reaching between her legs, his fingers circled her bud even as he rammed forward. She squirmed, and he growled again. Conall thrust forward once more, stretching her body to take more of him. One part of her was terrified, fearing he was too large, that she wouldn’t be able to take him, but the other part wanted it, demanded more. It was that part that took control. She pushed back eagerly, feeling the wet slide as he came into her. He pulled out and thrust to the hilt once, twice before she felt the warm spurts of his seed as he released.
