Page 276 of A Matter of Time

“Baby,” he breathed against my mouth, his hand under my chin, his thumb on my bottom lip, sliding over it. “Kiss me again.”

And it was impossible not to, because I wanted him so badly. I burned for him, so I lifted my chin and his mouth was on mine, sucking, biting, kissing, claiming my lips, mauling them. He swept his tongue inside my mouth, and I’d hit the front door before I realized he’d been moving me backward.

“Better,” he growled. “Now I’ve got you.”

I shivered at just the sound of his voice as he kissed his way down my throat to my collarbone.

“Can’t wait.” His voice was so low, so full of need.

“Sam,” I got out. “Maybe we should slow⁠—”

He grabbed hold of my shirt and yanked it open. I heard the buttons as they hit the floor, and then his mouth was all over me—my chest, my nipples, down over my abdomen—biting, licking, and leaving a wet trail that made me shiver when the air hit my skin.

“God, baby, look at you,” he groaned, his hands on my belt buckle, fumbling with it before moving to the snap of my jeans and my zipper.

“Sam… I…”

My jeans went down, my briefs following. His effect on me was obvious, and I moaned loudly as he knelt in front of me, hands on my hips, and took me inside his hot mouth, swallowing my length down the back of his throat. I was frozen to the door, my hands and fingers splayed there against the wood as desire tore through me. I wouldn’t last, couldn’t last. I was too turned on from earlier, and this was a continuation of the foreplay he had begun in the street.

“Sam…” His name came out as a whimper as I stared down at him.

He looked up at me, then leaned back to smile, and it was wicked and dark. “Gonna make you scream my name. Make you mine all over again. Never gonna leave me ever.”

Like he had to do anything to get that. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted him. Instantly, I had gone back to the place where his touch was like air I needed to breathe.

He rose after long minutes, spun me around, and shoved me face-first up against the door. He kicked my legs apart, and I heard the crinkling of foil behind me.

“The condom’s got lube on it,” he breathed into my ear, sending a shiver through me. He nibbled and licked his way behind my ear and then down the side of my neck. “Gotta have you. Gotta show you you’re still mine.”

“Sam.” I could barely think, let alone form words.

He pressed himself against me and sucked on my shoulder, hard. His skin was so hot, and his hand engulfing my cock, stroking me, made me buck back against him.

“Yes?”

I was lost in a haze of heat and yearning that washed every bit of caution out of me, leaving only the feel of his hot mouth on the side of my neck, the sucking and biting making my breath stutter.

“Say yes,” he ordered, his voice dark and guttural.

“Yes,” I rasped, the word sounding broken as it came out of my throat.

When he pushed himself inside me, filling me, I thought, for just a second, that I was going to die. It was like everything, all at once, got sucked from my body and I just stopped.

Sam Kage, inside of me, claiming me, one hand wrapped around my throat tight, allowing not even a tremble of movement, the other braced on the door so he could fuck me.

The tears were expected; my soul opening up was not.

God, I hated him.

When I heaved out a breath, he changed his grip, moving one hand higher, parting my lips, shoving two fingers into my mouth.

I sucked them instead of screaming as he rammed inside of me, using me hard, no break in the rhythmic thrusting as my own hands scrabbled at the wood of the door, needing leverage to get him that much deeper.

I heard him catch his breath. “Jory,” he growled into my ear before he bit me again. “You feel so good.”

It went way past good. I was in heaven. His fingers were dripping with saliva now, and he pulled his hand away and gripped my cock, sliding over my length, sending waves of pleasure through me.

“So good,” he rasped out. “Jesus, J, you’re so tight and hot and taking all of me.”