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The bite of pain as her nails raked across my skin only ratcheted my own need higher, and I plunged into her, driving deeper into her pulsing pussy, until she accepted every last inch of me.
It was blissful agony. The best kind of unbearable. And I felt my control slipping away, with every moan and every buck of her hips tearing it to tiny, useless shreds.
“Never.” I growled her name because I couldn’t manage to get even my voice under control. Her head snapped up at the sound.
I knew what she saw when she looked up. A monster. A wild animal with eyes like fire. My heart was hammering in my chest, and there wasn’t enough air in the world to make me feel like I could breathe normally.
Her eyes widened, but only for a second before they narrowed dangerously on a low, husky warning. “I swear to all the gods, pirate, if you stop again before I come, I’m going to slit your throat in your sleep.”
The last of my control was ripped away. All hope of sweet and gentle disappeared. I grabbed her wrists, pinning them beside her head, and slammed into her, over and over, driving us both higher. Her cries filled the air around us, bouncing off the walls and echoing back, until her breath caught in her chest and her body bowed beneath me.
“That’s it, Never,” I whispered darkly. “Come for me.” I threw all my weight behind the command and bit down on her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
The scream that erupted from her throat was perfection. Her orgasm tore through her, spilling her sweet heat over my cock while her body clenched and spasmed around me. It was hell trying to hold back, to keep moving and drawing out her pleasure with her tight body milking me.
The best kind of torture.
And when I followed her over the cliff a moment later, crashing into oblivion, everything else in the universe disappeared, until all that was left was her body tangled up with mine.
37
HOOK
The aftermath should have been awkward. It always had been in the past. When the heat of the moment drifted away, and I was left trying to figure out what to say and how to move. It was always that way the first time.
Except it wasn’t. Not with her. I lifted my spent body off her and rolled to my back, pulling her into my side. Where I expected resistance, I found only soft, languid, compliance. She curled into me, draping one leg over mine and resting her head on my shoulder. It felt… right.
I wanted nothing more in the universe than to stay just like that for an eternity. Wrapped up with her, feeling the beat of her heart against my chest and the gentle, almost ticklish wandering of her fingertips over my skin. But moments like that weren’t designed to last, even in a place where time barely existed.
Never patted my chest with a sleepy smile. “I’ll be right back.” She sat up and slipped off the bed, padding across the room with absolutely no concern for her own nakedness before she disappeared into my bathroom.
Her confidence was definitely one of those things that made her so undeniably attractive. It wasn’t cocky or shallow. The woman knew who she was and wasn’t afraid to show it. No, that wasn’t quite right. Sometimes she hid behind her snarky attitude and snide comments.
When the door opened and she reappeared, she hesitated a step.
“I won’t bite,” I said, keeping my tone light. Maybe she wasn’t as confident as she pretended to be.
She pursed her lips and stalked back to the bed, running her fingers gently over the puffy pink marks on her shoulder. “Again, you mean?”
Heat rushed up my neck in a torrent, filling my cheeks like I was a man a thousand years younger. “Right, yes.” I had let myself get carried away. Hell, I’d lost control. It was a miracle I’d had enough sense left in me not to break the skin and stake my claim for real. I had wanted to, with every fiber of my being.
Never’s skin was cool against mine as she laid down, resting her cheek on my shoulder. I waited for her to say something else. Anything else. And when I couldn’t take the silence any longer, I whispered, “Are you okay?”
Her hand twitched against my chest, and I glanced down to find her eyes closed. Her breaths were coming in slow and heavy. She was sleeping. The woman had actually fallen asleep in my arms, willingly.
She must have been beyond exhausted.
A twinge of guilt dug into me. Had I taken advantage of her? Fatigue could play tricks on the mind.
I lifted my head, careful not to move her, and scanned the room. The tray of food was still on the table, completely untouched. I cursed inwardly. How was it that I didn’t even have the decency to feed her?
I scrubbed my free hand over my face and pulled in a steadying breath. I wanted to stay with her, desperately, but she clearly needed sleep. The kindest thing I could do was give her space to rest.
Untangling myself from her as carefully as I could, I tugged the covers over from the other side of the bed to drape over her gorgeous, naked body. She woke just enough to pull the duvet around her, curling into it with a satisfied sigh before her breathing settled back into that slow, steady rhythm.
Was it a creepy thing to do, to stand at the edge of my own bed watching her? Possibly. But I didn’t want to move. Everything inside me longed to crawl back into bed with her, like she was calling me to her even in her sleep.
I let myself stay there for a few more beats, feeling my own body relax as hers settled deeper into unconsciousness. Then I finally pulled myself away and set to work quietly cleaning up the mess of clothes scattered across the floor.
