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She burned uncomfortably, but gloried in the delicious feeling of fullness even though he had sunk less than halfway. “Yes.”
Hard calluses abraded her skin as he hugged her to his chest even closer, and she shivered.
“Spread your legs wider.”
She moaned weakly at his rough command. Bliss seared her as he simultaneously pressed a thumb and circled her knot of pleasure, and captured one of her nipples between his teeth. Raking talons of need slashed at her as he did something with his thumb, a deep press and then quick rotations that had lightning racing through her blood stream. Desperate to feel filled with all of him she sank a little further, head thrown back in wanton bliss, her hand gripping the head that feasted at her breast.
***
Sheridan sank down on his length, face furrowed in deep determination and lust. She wriggled her hips trying to rock on him, easing his penetration. Elijah bit back his snarl as fiery fingers of pleasure danced up his spine. He cursed himself for being unable to resist her potent lure. It had been too long since he’d been in her body, too long since he’d had those berry ripe nipples in his mouth, too long since he’d heard her cries of rapture.
She cried as he surged to his feet with her and tumbled them onto the bed in the far corner of his room. He hoisted her legs high on his hips and thrust deep. Her sharp cry froze him. His balls burned with the effort to hold back. She rippled over him impossibly tight, stretching thin over his length.
“Elijah.” Her moan was one of entreaty, her eyes dark pool of desire.
“Wrap your legs high around my back.”
She complied and he shafted deeper. Her nails bit into his skin.
“Am I hurting you?” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her pain.
She nodded hesitantly, and her tongue moistened her lips. He snaked his hand between their bodies, shifted through the wet curls, finding her knot of pleasure. His thumb circled and pressed hard causing her to shiver. The movement sent ripples of fire over his cock into his balls. She tightened further at his growl. Her hips arched into him, and a needy moan slipped from her and travelled straight to his groin. Unable to help himself, he inhaled her scent deep into his lungs, hoping he could trap her delightful fragrance inside him forever.
He gripped her nape and tilted her neck. He kissed her lips, her neck, and the corners of her mouth, eyes, lips, soft kisses meant to sooth and relax. Cream pulsed from her and he slid in deeper, claiming her lips at the same time.
He sank more into her heat with a groan of satisfaction at the flutter of her muscles on his cock. He held himself rigid and continued pressing her pleasure spot. A part of him was shocked that he held her in his arms, this woman that he had burned for, for so long. His skin was rough and calloused, and the harsh friction against her nub only serve to inflame her. His balls burned and throbbed as he held out. He needed her wild and hot in his arms before he could take her how he wanted.
Her hips rocked tentatively, nails sank deeper and she strained upward. “Elijah…I need more.”
That was all Elijah needed. He gripped her buttocks hoisting her deeper and thrust up to the hilt.
“Elijah!” she cried, a keening sound of pleasure.
Her flesh gave way under his strength and her hot cries sliced through the cold night air. He surged into her hard and sure, his need driving her high on the bed. She clenched around him like a hot fist, convulsions wracking her frame.
Her moans echoed into the dark of the room, wrapping him in more than heated sex. Her cries against his lips, and the familiar heat of her clasping him were comforting. Her slender legs circled his waist tighter and she clung to him as he rode her. After being without her for over a year, he thought he would spend quickly. Instead, the need that crammed his gut made him insatiable.
Her hips jerked in time to his thrusts as he sank into her over and over. He kissed her, and she exploded in a rain of pleasure. He touched, kissed and loved her for what seem liked hours. And before the long night was over, he wondered if he had exorcised her, or bound himself even tighter to her.
***
The night air washed over Sheridan’s skin, cooling the sweat that dampened her hair. She drew the quilt over her naked flesh. Her lips felt swollen and bruised, and she was shattered. She’d erroneously assumed when they had been lovers he had taught her everything about loving. She was not sure how to feel about the realization that she was still woefully ignorant about what encompassed a man and a woman coming together.
In the time they had been lovers, he had never taken her with such intensity, with such rawness. Before, he’d seemed more patient, always ensuring her pleasure, his touch loving and tender. Her breath strangled at the realization. In the past, he had touched her with love. Even though he had never said the words to her, she had felt like he had claimed her with love. What he just took her body through had been shocking.
She had never felt such mind-numbing pleasure, had never reveled so much in the heat and sultriness of making love. But it had been different from how they had previously come together. It had been raw and primal, yet at times gentle. He had tenderly kissed the welts on her back, and the memory of how she had gotten them had swirled around them. Through touches and fleeting kisses she had felt his regret.
He rolled from the bed and drew on his pants. “Go to your room, Sheridan.”
She flinched, her body still pliant from the violent pleasures he’d introduced her to.
She slid from the bed wrapping the quilt tightly around her body. “I...”
“You tempted, I caved. We fucked. That is all there is to it, do not try to let it be more,” he said gruffly, with a hint of regret in his tone.
Sheridan absorbed the pain that slammed into her and schooled her face into a blank mask. She fought the tears that burned beneath her lids. Fuck. He had never referred to what they shared before so crudely. She knew what it meant. She heard the ranchmen sometimes discussing the saloon girls when they thought no one was about.
Do not try to let it be more.
