Chapter
Sixteen
To what extent Hook is to blame for his tactics on this occasion is for the historian to decide.
Tears swim in my vision as I hold onto him.
“Lass, are you all right?” He kisses my tears away, then takes my mouth.
“I’m … I’m …” I move my hips and moan. “I want you.”
My words seem to light an even brighter blaze in him, because he pulls back and rocks into me hard. His body is tense, every muscle strained as he goes slow, working his cock into me again and again as I get used to it.
It’s not what I expected at all. I thought it would hurt. It doesn’t. It’s … different. I move my hips and whimper at the rush of sensation it sends through me.
He grunts when I move again, my body adjusting to him.
“So goddamn tight.” He pulls my dress from my shoulders and cups one of my breasts, then drops his mouth to my nipple andsucks it as he continues to thrust, working himself deeper and deeper.
I feel a little pinch and gasp.
He stills, his eyes meeting mine. “Lass?”
“Slow.” I kiss him, his mouth taking mine roughly, hungrily.
“I can’t.” He presses deeper. “I can’t go slow with you. I never could.”
I wriggle, my body focused on the heat building between my thighs as he cups my breast and kisses my throat.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against me. “So beautiful, lass. Can’t go slow.” He thrusts harder, sending shocks of desire through me.
It feels so strange, but it also gives me pleasure in ways I’ve never experienced.
“I need you.” He returns to my mouth and thrusts back and forth, sliding inside me as I dig my heels into the backs of his thighs. I grow wetter, his movements more slippery, my body desperate for more.
“That’s my good lass. Take me in. All of me.”
I move with him, and when he’s fully inside me, his body grinding against mine, I can feel my orgasm building.
“James,” I gasp, my eyes on his.
He rocks into me, hitting my clit with his strokes. “That’s it. Don’t hold anything back from me.” He splays his palm on my chest and eases me back onto the desk.
I stare up at him as he takes my thighs and spreads them wider, pushing them up and looking down as he feeds his cock into me again and again.
“Fuck. Oh my fucking hell. Just look at you. Pink and slippery, taking every inch of me. Your cunt was made for me. Only me.”
I moan and grip the edge of the desk. So many sensations are coursing through me, pleasure chief among them. When I stare up at him, at the strain on his handsome face, at the way he watches us join together, I can barely catch my breath. And when he licks his thumb and presses it to my clit, I cry out.
“That’s it, lass. Give me everything. I want this pretty slit to milk every bit of come from my cock.” He strokes me faster, the ferocity of his hips growing as he pounds into me, shaking the desk and sending pleasure skittering all along my skin. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” His voice breaks, his gaze capturing mine. “I’ve dreamed of you, lass. Only you.”
I can’t catch my breath, can’t focus on anything but the way we’re joined.
He swirls his thumb faster, bearing down just right, and I let go. I come on a loud cry, my body releasing, pleasure rocketing through my veins and frying every nerve ending with bliss. It rolls, a hard, thumping orgasm that curls my toes and steals my breath. I’ve never felt this, never given myself to another person. Hook takes me, slamming into me harder and harder as my sex squeezes him, my orgasm still falling over me in drenching waves. I moan and arch, and he watches me, his gaze burning into me as he claims me with vicious, animalistic strokes. It sends me higher, more waves cresting and falling as he wrings me out, taking my pleasure and giving it back to me again and again.
He surges deeper and lets out a low groan, his hands squeezing my waist as he releases inside me. I feel his cock kicking, his body surging into mine as my orgasm matches his, our shared pleasure writ large on his face as he holds my gaze. Every muscle taut, he grunts, shoving so deep into me that the desk scrapes along the floor.
“That’s my good lass. Take every last drop.”
