“Nissa.” Part shout, part hiss. His fingers dug into the flesh at her hips. “I’m going to come right here if you touch me.”
“Really?” She gave him a long, hard stroke. His long groan was music to her ears. The Goddess had blessed him. Nissa was going to feel every inch of him going in.
“Payback’s a bitch, sweetheart.” With an experienced flick of his fingers, he had her trousers undone and off before she could blink.
Now she was practically naked,outside, pressed against a half-naked Justyn.
If her crew could see her now…
He kicked off his pants, and scooped her up. She wrapped her legs around his lean hips. His cock brushed her black panties and they both groaned. She moved against him, saw his eyes turn molten.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. I’m going to slide right into you.”
She undulated her hips against him, that hard bulge rubbing across her swollen clit. “I don’t know, there’s, um, quite a lot of you to take.”
His teeth flashed in the darkness. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t be gentle, but I promise you’ll like it.”
“Rogue.” She bit his lip, but then his mouth captured hers. Their tongues tangled and sensation rippled across her ashe stumbled toward the cottage, his fingers digging into her bottom.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll think of me every day for a week.” He whispered his dirty words in her ear and slammed the cottage door open.
Nissa had never wanted something so much.
Justyn had never feltthis driving need, this overwhelming urge to possess a woman, to brand his claim on her.
But that’s what the hell he intended to do.
The cottage was one large room with a tiny, cordoned-off alcove for the bathroom. A small lamp beside the bed glowed, giving them soft light. The space wasn’t anything fancy, except for the view. Through the large glass windows, there was stunning view of the lake and the moons shining above it.
But all he could see was the way the light kissed Nissa’s fine skin. And the giant bed that dominated the room.
Don’t rush it. Don’t rush it. He wanted this moment to last forever. Not to rut on her like an animal.
He’d never been this out-of-control. Ever.
He set her down and scrounged to find a tiny scrap of control. He forced himself to sink into the nearby chair and not throw her onto the bed and pound into her like he wanted.
She watched him for a second, blinking.
“I want you to take off your underwear for me. Nice and slow, Nissa.”
She hooked a finger in the waistband.
“No.” He held up a hand and twirled a finger. “Turn around. Bend over as you do it. Give me a show that’ll make my already bursting cock harder.”
Color filled her cheeks, but desire burned hot in those yellow eyes. She turned, and he drank in the long length of her spine, the diamond pattern on the skin on her lower back. Sweet Jesus, that ass of hers gave him a hundred different fantasies.
She tossed him a look over her shoulder, a feminine grin flirting on the edges of her luscious lips.
Slowly, she bent over and dragged the underwear down.
She stepped out of the satin, and his gaze was glued to the succulent pink skin bared to him between her legs. He circled his cock with one hand and pumped.
This time it was her gaze that zeroed in on his movement. When she licked her lips, his cocked jumped against his belly.
“Are you wet for me, Nissa?”
“Can’t you see from there?”
