Page 84 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Already leaning over her, his voice was in her ear again.

Promising.

Demanding.

Wanting.

And Catherine thought … even loving.

“I promised you something with this, didn’t I?” he said as two of his fingers worked their way into her ass. Slow and steady strokes that eased her clenching muscles and felt oh, so fucking good. “I want you coming on my cock when it’s deep in your ass, Catty. Don’t you want that?”

Nerves bubbled though her blood. A third finger in her ass made her burn and throb at the same time. The sting was quickly replaced by something far better. A deep ache that didn’t hurt, but made her want to beg.

“Come on, Catty,” Cross said, his lips ghosting along the top of her spine, “use words for me.”

The only thing that managed to come out of her mouth was a quiet, “Please, please, please.”

“Hmm?”

Her nerves were already overworked. Her body was tired despite sleeping all night better than she had in years. She didn’t even think she could get close to an orgasm again.

She still wanted him to try.

Especially like that.

“Please, Cross,” Catherine whispered.

“Catty …”

“Fuck my ass, please.”

“Jesus, you sound so good when you’re begging like that, babe. Remember this the next time you want to wake me up by sucking my dick. It’s not nice to make a man come before he even gets his eyes open. It’s called dignity.”

She was paying for that trick, too.

“You’re just giving me reason to do it again,” Catherine warned.

Cross chuckled. “So be it.”

His fingers left her ass, and she felt that ache grow larger almost instantly. Being filled and stretched open there was a whole new sensation—something wicked and wonderful. He didn’t leave her wanting for long, though.

Cross’s cock was at her ass before she had even taken a breath. Thicker, and longer, that good ache turned harsh in a blink as he worked his cock through the tight ring of muscles. One of his hands traced the line of her spine, and his other spread her ass cheeks.

“Shit, are you going to relax for me, Catty, or what?”

“I …” she failed to form words.

Cross still found his. “Let me make this good for you, babe. Breathe.”

She did.

Her nerves sung. Her body heated all over again. He was slow and soft until she could feel his groin pressed tight to the curve of her ass.

Cross’s hands drifted over her skin again, but only to reach up and tangle in her hair. He tugged, making her head tip back while she licked her lips. “You good?”

“So good,” she promised.

He pulled back until just the tip of his cock was inside of her, and then he slammed back in.