Page 83 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Airless. High. Insane.

It was wonderful.

He used his fingers first. Then, his mouth. His cock.

Now, all.

“Some might consider this torture, Catty,” he murmured.

His teeth, tongue, and lips teased the back of her neck. Sucking. Licking. Bite marks. Fuck, she loved his bite marks.

She’d already came eight times.

He was working on nine.

He was trying to make her lose.

Say she couldn’t.

Give up.

Never.

Catherine didn’t know it was possible to actually orgasm that many times. Sure, it took a bit. Longer each time. The orgasms shortened and weakened. Sometimes they hurt. She loved it like nothing else.

“Almost, almost,” she breathed.

Cross’s dark laughter sent her spinning. His fingers went from circling her clit to a sharp pinch as his teeth bit the cord of muscles on her neck. A hard, brutal thrust answered those moves of his, and she came harder than ever.

The cry that escaped her lips was so broken, and so lovely.

“Yeah, give that to me, babe. Soak my fucking sheets, huh?”

His rhythm slowed as she trembled her way through an orgasm that damn near blinded her. She was so fucking wet between her thighs that it was ridiculous. Sticky and hot and sweaty.

It was the best way to spend a morning.

It was decided.

End of story.

Cross’s fingers sped up between her thighs as she gasped a tired cry. Suddenly, she was far too sensitive, and she needed to breathe.

“You’re going to kill me,” she told him.

“Not like this,” he promised.

Catherine felt the loss of him between her thighs at the same time he turned her over. Her eyes widened when his hands finally let her go just to drag down her sweat-slicked back.

“One more time,” he told her.

“I don’t think I can,” she admitted. “I can’t even think.”

“Good.”

Cross leaned over her to pull something from out of the nightstand. A small bottle—lube, she thought. Her body was so hot that the cool dribble of lubrication sliding down along her ass was a shock.

“Shh,” he soothed.