Sexy.
Me.
Another slow swirl, and he aims at my entrance again, swallowing. “Bite harder as you take me,” he orders, voice raw.
I clamp down on the sheath, almost wailing in relief, giving in to the bend of my knees, bringing him inside myself one sliding inch at a time. I watch it all, relishing the stretch, hungering over the way he plunges up into me in devastating increments until I’m seated to the hilt—muscles tightening around his thick length.
My lashes sweep up, and I see that he’s watching me with an all-consuming intensity, his chest heaving, sweat gathering on his temples, plastering inky curls to his forehead.
His gaze kisses my blooms. Traces the tangles of my hair. Climbs the thorns of my ears.
Settles in my eyes again.
“So beautiful,” he rasps, his voice a crush of stone shards I swiftly steal.
Tuck away.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” His words mimic my thoughts as he uses his hand on my spine to urge me closer, takes a healthy grip of my right hip, and presses his lips upon my forehead. “Noidea.”
I thread my hands around his neck. Tangle my fingers through his hair.
Certain my heart’s about to burst.
My thighs burn as we move, soft and slow, then faster.
Harder.
I’m clay around him. Malleable.
His.
Absorbing each euphoric push and pull, I make raw, muffled sounds around the leather sheath. The strap slaps against us both, our bodies a synchronized tide of motion.
We move together.
Worktogether.
I arch my back, tilt my hips, exposing that tender bundle of nerves to our delicious friction, fanning my pleasure into a roaring flame.
Rhordyn pushes higher onto his knees and plants a hand on the ground behind me, draping me amongst the lush bed of crunchy leaves before he grips my thigh, lifting it the slightest amount.
Doused in the smell of nature, he drives our bodies together at such an angle that every thrust stokes a pallet of nerves deep inside my body. Plants hot bolts of pleasure in places I didn’t know existed.
My thighs begin to quake, and I mewl, crawling up onto my elbows. Devouring the sight of his olive skin mottled with sweat. Of his powerful, well-defined muscles that shift and swell, his head tipped as he looks at me from beneath dark lashes.
My legs are wrapped around his tapered waist, his thick, velvety shaft plunging into me, dragging out.
Driving back in.
Out again.
The vision is so raw and carnal that muffled grunts escape me, and I chew the leather, spawning a gush of pleasure, my insides fluttering against his surging might.
I have no idea where the line is between us anymore. No idea if I’ll ever feel whole again once he’s no longer in me.
Feeling his gaze blaze across my face, I look up.
A smile touches his lips, and I almost combust as my heart threatens to punch a hole in my ribs.
