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“Come for me, Pen. Come for me.” His tongue rolled around her nipple, his teeth clamping harder as his thumb swiped sharply over the hard nubbin he’d been working.
Her body unfurled, shocks radiating out of her core, pouring from where his fingers still slid along her. One tormenting jolt after another, taking all sight and sound from her.
Long seconds it took before she could focus again and she found him lingering above her, staring at her, watching her soul explode under him. The carnal look on his face took away what little breath she could force into her lungs.
Her left hand went up to his face. “There is more to this. I…what…what about you?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Don’t make me go against my nature, Strider.” Her left fingers trailed down along his throat. “These veins along your neck—you look like you’re going to explode into a thousand pieces.”
He grabbed her wrist, pressing it down into the bed by her head. “Don’t touch me right now, Pen. It’s all I can take just having your naked body under me.”
Her right hand slid down between them, touching the rock hard bulge in the front of his trousers. What should scare her only seemed natural. “What if I touched you? Would that help?”
Before she could blink, he grabbed her right hand, yanking it up to hold it onto the bed by her head. “Stop touching me.”
Completely captive. Completely at his mercy.
When she knew in that moment it was her that needed to provide mercy.
The long muscles in her stomach clenching, she forced her torso upward against his clamps on her arms until her lips could touch him, her tongue slipping out to taste his skin. “Then I can set my lips to your body just as you had to me.”
The tip of her tongue swiped across his breastbone and dragged downward. He tasted so good. Satisfying something on her tongue that she’d never knew she missed. “Don’t make me stop, Strider. Please, don’t.”
She pulled against his clamps around her wrists.
One of his fingers pulled back. Two. Three. Her right arm free.
She took full advantage, her palm landing on his chest, then moving downward along the muscles, the scars. Streaks of rough white ridges marring his skin. Downward.
Her hand moved over his trousers, grabbing the hard swell. He groaned—ferocious and tormented.
He set her left hand free.
Both hands of her own will again, she shifted toward the edge of the bed underneath him, her fingers quick to work the fall front of his trousers. Freeing him to the air.
For one long breath, her heart stopped. This. His member long and straining just above her. The ridges along it. The head.
What was she supposed to do with it?
Touch it, first of all, she imagined. Touch it just the same as he had touched her.
Her hand wrapped around his shaft, up and down, the skin of it so smooth. The tip of it straining so hard, she craned her neck so she could reach it. Her lips touched it. Then around it. Taking all of it into her mouth. Her tongue curled around the smooth skin, fighting it, muscle against muscle. She pulled her head back and he groaned.
She took him in again. Back and forth, the raw rumbles from his chest guiding her as to how fast she should go. Faster. Faster.
Until his groan turned into a growl. A beast exploding. Every one of his muscles around her shook in agony. She tasted it in her mouth. The salt of it. Of him. It didn’t scare her—whatever it was, it was right.
His body still vibrating in waves, Strider grabbed her, flipping them over as he dragged her upward, clutching her body to his. So tight, she thought her ribs might crack.
He held her like he never wanted to let her go. Something she hadn’t felt in seventeen years. Real arms around her. Safe. Warm.
But it could just be a mirage.
For how little she knew about sex, she knew Strider dealt in a different world than her. One where this was commonplace. And this…this could very well change nothing between them. He wanted to help her. She needed a release.
That’s all it could be for him.
