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“I promise you, Zoë. I will find a way to stop this.”
He stroked her, reveling in every soft curve. These past two days had set him spinning on the spot because of this, because of the way she felt and the way she responded to him. Her skin felt hot under his hands—was that good?—and her nipples were diamond hard against his chest. The smell of her arousal filled the place.
“I need you, Grayson.” Her voice faltered, and she swallowed, color rising in her cheeks as she glanced down at his rising cock. With one hand, she reached down to cup his balls, rolling them in her hand. “I need you more than ever.”
The touch of her hands made his back arch, her fingers handling him so boldly that it knocked the breath from his lungs.
“So turned on,” she said, shifting from one foot to the other, she blurted the words out. “Need this.”
“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m here for you, right here.” He’d barely responded, when her hand closed around his rigid cock.
r /> Stroking up and down over the surface, watching it as she did so, she moaned softly.
Fuck. Too good.
The pressure she applied took away his ability to speak. Her hand was damp, and cooler than the rock-hard shaft of his erection. As she stroked the length of him, and then cupped his balls again, she whispered, “need this,” over again.
He needed this too, needed this like he had never needed anything before. Ducking down, he found the condom in the pocket of his abandoned jeans and rolled it on quickly. Then he lifted her into his arms, and walked her back against the wall.
She clung to him readily, her shoulders resting back against the hard surface. With her hands locked around his neck, she pivoted against him, her breasts lifting toward his face. His cock bounced under her bottom, desperate to be inside her, desperate to claim her.
The smell of her arousal hit him like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. He bent to kiss her nipple, pulling it into his mouth, sucking and licking it. She’d wrapped her legs around him and he was right where he wanted to be. He rested a kiss in her cleavage, and grazed her nipple with his teeth, sucking the soft, malleable flesh of her breasts into his mouth in hungry openmouthed kisses.
“Grayson, please.”
There was such desperation in her voice, it wired him into her at the deepest level. “Yes, love, I’m right here.”
Maneuvering her into position, he eased his cock between the swollen folds of her pussy.
An anxious cry escaped her open mouth when he made contact. The sound seemed to be wrenched from her. When he moved his cock, stroking it over the hard nub of her clit, she cried out again. Her eyelids lowered, her fingernails sinking into his back.
That was too much—he couldn’t wait another second to be inside her. He eased inside her slippery opening. She clenched him in welcome, her head back against the wall, her beautiful neck arched, her eyes narrowed to slits as she watched him. Powerful, alluring, and all woman. She was like mother earth herself, aromatic and lush with fecundity, the welcome in her deepest embrace unmistakable. He struggled for breath before thrusting deeper into the tight, hot clasp of her cunt.
When he was deep inside her, her eyes flashed in the darkness, her head thrashed and she clung to him. His cock was curved inside her and made her crazy and that reeled his pleasure out into infinity. He rammed her up against the wall, staying deep inside the tight fist of her glorious cunt, holding her with his hands around her bottom, staying deep and riding her with shallow movements.
Writhing and lifting in his arms, she was total, pure female instinct. He sought her mouth, desperate to kiss her, and when he did she thrust her tongue between his lips and squeezed her cunt around his cock at the same time.
His spine was ramrod straight, his buttocks clenched, and the pulse at the base of his spine felt like a hammer. When his balls tightened, he knew he was going to come soon, and he wasn’t going to come without her.
“Come to me, Zoë, come to me,” he urged.
Panting, she nodded, breathing her response. “I wanted you. It was you I wanted, Grayson.”
The way she said “you” triggered his climax and he pumped into her, the strength of the release blinding him for several long moments.
She clung to him, and he heard her sob. The sheath of her cunt tightened three times in quick succession and her body shuddered in release.
“Yes, yes,” he urged, “I’ve got you, you’re safe.”
Clinging to him, her body vibrated in the aftermath.
He rested his forehead on the wall beside her head, grateful. This moment was theirs. His senses were honing all the while, his mind sharpening for what was to come. But this moment was entirely theirs, and he intended to hold her tight in his arms all night long.
19
ELSPETH STOOD, DRENCHED AND SHIVERING, in the apartment over the Tide Inn, looking to Cain for guidance, and yet wondering why she was even bothering. Apparently he’d lost it.
Prowling around his apartment, he looked positively insane. Where was the witch master they had welcomed as their leader, the powerful man she had put her faith in? He had drawn them together and given them strength and focus as a group, but he didn’t know when to back off. She was growing increasingly concerned about his stability.
