The hunger snapped its leash.
Her lips opened for me with a gasp, and I took it, swallowed it, claimed it. My tongue slid against hers, and the sound that ripped from me was primal, guttural, the sound a man made when he finally has what’s his. I crushed her against me, my hand firm on her back, forcing her body to mold to mine until she couldn’t tell where she ended and I began.
My grip shifted to her thighs, demanding and possessive, and I lifted her to my lap. She wrapped around me, locking tight, sealing herself to me like she’d never let go. The friction of her body grinding against mine dragged a curse from deep in my chest. I tore my mouth from hers, breathing her in like a man starved.
And I was so fucking hard.
I pressed my erection hard against her, grinding for more as my tongue dragged up the line of her neck. I caught her skin between my teeth, sharp enough to make her whimper, and the sound shot straight through me.
“I’ve got to have you now, Sloane,” I growled against her ear, my grip locking her in place as she moved over me, desperate for friction. “Say it. Tell me yes.”
Her whimper only spurred me on. I closed my mouth over the spot I’d bitten, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, staking my claim. My hands clamped down on her hips, grinding her against the length of me until her breath hitched and her nails dug into my shoulders.
“You feel that?” I rasped, my voice rough in her ear. “That’s all for you. Every inch.” I thrust upward, slow and deep, making her ride the pressure. “Say it, Sloane. Tell me I can have you.”
Her body shook above me, trapped between need and surrender, and I held her down, denying her more until she gave me what I wanted. I needed to hear it from her lips.
“Yes,” she gasped, the word breaking on a whimper. “God, yes—now.”
I didn’t waste a second. With one move, I flipped her onto her back, spreading her out beneath me on the sofa. I hovered over her, caging her in, my body crowding hers until she had nowhere to go but under me, exactly where she belonged. Her chest rose and fell in quick, rapid bursts, her lips parted, her eyes wide and hungry. She had nothing on but an oversized T-shirt, and when I flipped her, the fabric rode up to her stomach, leaving her in nothing but white lace panties. My gaze locked there, dark and hungry, owning the sight with a need that burned through me.
The lace was barely there, a whisper of fabric that did nothing to hide her from me. My erectionthrobbed at the sight, straining against the confines of my jeans as a low growl rumbled out of my chest. I fisted the hem of her shirt, shoving it higher until her panties were fully exposed. The dampness there left no doubt—she was already dripping for me.
“Fuck, Sloane,” I muttered, my voice rough, my eyes fixed between her thighs. “You’re already trembling for it.”
Her legs shifted restlessly, a silent plea for me to touch, to give her more, but I held still, savoring the way she squirmed under my control.
But I couldn’t hold back for long. With a savage sound in my throat, I yanked the shirt up over her ribs and buried my mouth against the lace. The taste of her heat bled through the thinfabric, and I groaned against it, grinding my tongue along her until she cried out.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growled, dragging the lace aside with no patience left. My fingers dug into her thighs, spreading her wide as I dove back in, my tongue plunging into her sweetness, claiming every shudder, every gasp she gave me.
She bucked beneath me, fingers clawing at the sofa, but I pinned her hips down, forcing her to take everything I gave. Her moans filled the room, raw and desperate, and it only drove me harder.
Her taste hit me like fire, and I devoured her, tongue driving deeper, lips dragging over every slick inch until she was thrashing under me. Her cries grew higher, broken, pleading for more, but I didn’t stop—I wanted every sound, every tremor.
And then she exploded against my mouth, her whole body bucking as I held her down and took everything she gave me. The taste of her flooded my tongue, hot and sweet, her cries muffled by my hold on her hips as I forced her to ride it out.
“Cameron—please,” she sobbed, her thighs quaking against my grip.
That word undid me. She wanted more. I yanked her T-shirt over her head, tossing it aside, and pulled her bra down with one rough motion, freeing her bare skin to me. My hands skimmed over her, squeezing her full breasts that I fucking love so much, pinching the tip, memorizing, feeling every curve.
I didn’t waste a second on myself—my shirt and jeans hit the floor, and my shaft sprang hard and aching. I lined myself up in a rough, shaking rush, pressing the head against her slick entrance, my breath ragged, my body trembling with need.
“I need you, Sloane… don’t pull away,” I breathed, my mouth pressed to her ear as I sank into her with one hard, achingstroke. The sound that tore out of me was half growl, half broken plea, my grip locking her to me. “Don’t ever let me go.”
The second I was inside her, all control shattered. She was tight, wet, gripping me like her body had been waiting only for me, and it drove me insane. I slammed into her again, harder, faster, the sofa jerking under the force. Her cries tore through the air, high and broken, feeding the hunger ripping me apart.
I braced her hips in my hands, holding her exactly where I wanted her, and pounded into her, each thrust brutal, relentless. Sweat slicked my skin, my breath ragged in her ear as I snarled her name, over and over, like a vow.
She clung to me, her hands raking down my back, gripping my ass, her body shuddering around me as I drove her higher, faster, until there was nothing left but the raw, punishing rhythm of me inside her.
I felt her tighten around me, her body fighting to hold back, and I wasn’t about to let her. My thrusts came harder, faster, pounding her into the cushions, every stroke dragging her closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Sloane,” I rasped against her ear, my breath rough and uneven, every thrust tearing the control out of me. “Give it to me. I need all of you.”
She whimpered my name, her nails dug into me, her body betraying her as it clenched tighter. I ground my hips into hers, burying myself to the hilt and holding her there until she cried out.
Her body convulsed beneath me, climax ripping through her as she screamed, walls clamping around me, driving me deeper with every shudder. I didn’t let up. I drove her through it, chasing the fire building in my spine, forcing her to take every thrust until she was trembling, wrecked, gasping my name like it was the only word she had left. A guttural roar tore from mychest as I came, spilling deep inside her, grinding in as if I could fuse us together.
