Page 103 of Halo

I need him … in me.

“Nick …” I whimper, tears pricking at my eyes. “Please—”

“That's it ...” He grips the swells of my bottom, pulling me harder against his face. He hums into my core. “Come—”

Something deep in me snaps.

And I shatter.

A scream rips through me as my body convulses beneath relentless waves of euphoria. My chest heaves as the orgasm ravages every last nerve. I can barely stand as I lean against the cold tile, deliciously wrecked and ruined.

Nick sits back on his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then with a menacing grin, he licks it clean. His eyes flutter shut as he works his throat, moaning with satisfaction. “Jesus Christ—” he sucks on the side of his thumb—“you taste like heaven.”

He rises slowly from his knees, water streaming down his chest, his jaw still glistening. Gripping my chin, he tilts my face to his, his voice dropping to a rasp.

“Kiss me.”

He doesn't wait for an answer. His hand slips behind my neck and pulls me to his mouth, his lips wet with my arousal.

A feral ache blooms between my legs as I moan into our kiss, savoring myself on his tongue.

“Do you like that, darlin’? You like tasting your pussy on me?”

I nod, my breaths fading into whimpers. My hips roll against his hardness, seeking friction—seeking him. I reach between us, my fingers trembling as they brush against his thick, heavy erection.

I freeze.

My hand can't close around him—not even close. A flutter of panic mixes with the heat in my belly. “Nick …” I pant. “You're too—”

He wraps his hand around mine, his fingers overlapping my knuckles, and together, we squeeze.

“Fuck, Leah …” he hisses as we slide up his shaft, brushing the ridge of his head. My thumb swipes away his precum, coating my fingers as we stroke back down to his base—and back up again. His breath becomes ragged, his hips meeting our hands.“Do you feel how hard you make me? God, I am so fucking desperate to be inside your tight—” he thrusts—“little—” another thrust—“pussy.”

“Then do it.’

He slows down his movements, his hand reaching between my thighs. “Is that what you want, darlin’? You want me to fill you up with my cock?”

I nod, licking my bruised lips.

He sinks two fingers into me as he works me open. “So … tight …”

My hips grind down on his hand, needing more. The sound of my wetness is obscene, echoing over the hum of the shower. “Nick, I want you inside me. Now.”

“My needy girl,” he growls. He captures my mouth, his name no longer a hymn on my lips. Gone are his soft kisses that lured me to the devil. This is beyond temptation; it’s a bargain without words.

And I gladly surrender.

His arm lifts me up as my legs wrap around his waist. Water sluices off our bodies as he carries me to the bed. And—

Oh … my … gosh …

His fingers impale me deeper, the engorged head of his length brushing against my clit with each step.

More. I need more.

My vision blurs as the tight ache returns to my lower belly. My nails dig into his skin as my hips grind against him. I’m overwhelmed, tears gathering again because I want him so badly.

“Nick … I can't stop—”