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Rhys set the bottle on the nightstand and crossed the room to type something into the computer. His fingers moved across the keys. I wondered if he knew I was spying on him. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he dimmed the screen and spun around to face me.
Rhys ran his thumb across his bottom lip, staring at me like a snack. “Fuck, you’re hot.” He moved between my thighs, bending down to touch my skin. “Wanna have some fun, princess?”
“Yes,” I whispered, excited by the promise, and slid my hands up his chest. “Kiss me.”
Without hesitation, his lips crashed into mine. He tasted like expensive whiskey and smelled like spicy cologne. His lips were soft and warm, and as his tongue slid into my mouth, I moaned from the sheer pleasure blooming inside me.
He tugged at the strings of my bikini bottoms and slipped his hand between my legs. “You’re so wet.” Rhys slid his finger inside me, and I cried out as he added another. “Are you going to come all over my cock and scream my name like a good girl?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
He leaned forward to taste me, and intense waves of pleasure rolled down my arms. And with his mouth on my throbbing pussy, the heat from his breath sent chills down my legs as his tongue rolled over my clit.
He lifted his head, dark hair slightly obscuring his eyes. “Feel good, princess?”
“So good.”
Rhys licked me the way he kissed me, slow at first before picking up the pace. Then, after tasting me, he climbed up my body and parted my lips with his tongue, kissing me like he wanted to be the last man to claim me.
Taking his time, he kissed my neck, his fingers pumping into me. Nothing compared to the feeling of hot and cold washing over me, the sensation building until it reached a crescendo. Rhys captured my moans with his mouth, making me dizzy with lust and hungry for more. When the last of my tremors ceased, my entire body felt numb.
“You taste good.” He licked my juices from his fingers. “Watching you with Marshall nearly killed me. I need to be inside you.”
I bit my bottom lip as he pushed his bathing suit over his hips, and his long, hard cock sprang free. He caged me against the mattress and covered my mouth with his. Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I rocked my hips, and Rhys groaned, threading his fingers through my hair as he deepened the kiss like he wanted to brand me.
Eventually, he stopped touching me and grabbed his wallet from the nightstand. Rhys opened a condom and rolled it down his length, lining the tip at my entrance. He hooked my leg around his back and guided himself inside me. Only an inch or two, but it felt like more.
He stilled on top of me. “You have to relax.”
“I am,” I choked out, trying to hide the pain from my face.
“No, you’re not.” He rubbed my nipple with the pad of his thumb, his gentle touch helping to ease the tension in my body. “Open up for me, princess.” Another inch. “You’re so tight.” His eyes closed for a moment before they opened again. “Fuck.”
His eyes found mine as he stretched me out, careful not to move too fast. An intense wave of pain shot through my body. He kept his thrusts slow and steady, my body melting into his. After a while, I relaxed, no longer worried about the pain, because with it came intense pleasure. I unraveled beneath him, losing myself to a man I barely knew.
A carnal hunger flared in his pretty green irises, and his legs trembled. “I want you to get on top.”
All of my sexual experiences could be summed up into a few nights. So I didn’t know what Rhys expected from me. Thankfully, he took charge and rolled onto his back without breaking our bond.
His hands settled on my hips, and he moved us again, pushing into me. “Like this.”
Straddling his thighs, I gripped the top of the headboard and followed his lead.
“That’s it, princess.” His hands moved to my ass, squeezing hard. “Ride me. Come all over my dick.”
“Is this what you like?” I asked, picking up speed, no longer afraid he would hurt me.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunted, matching my thrusts.
I lifted my head, greeted by my face in the mirror behind the bed. With a wild expression in my eyes, I looked possessed. Free. So out of my element, I didn’t look like myself.
But that bubble burst the second the door opened. Cole stood in the entryway, shaking with anger, arms crossed over his chest.
I didn’t stop.
Maybe I should have.
But what was even more pleasurable than watching myself was knowing Cole was, too.
