Seeing it would have him coming to the air alone, and that he wasn’t doing.
Taking her other wrist he placed both on the pillow above her head with a determined look.
“Leave them there,” he warned her. “Don’t move them.”
Her hot little tongue flicked over her lips as he shoved his knee between her thighs as he moved over her.
He hadn’t meant to kiss her lips, he’d intended to go straight to her pussy to lick at the sweet, heated warmth spilling from it.
But those sweet lips beckoned, they drew him.
His tongue pumped into her mouth, stroked and devoured her as he came over her, spreading her thighs to create the sweetest embrace he’d ever known.
Her legs lifted, knees bending as her feet pressed into the mattress, her knees gripping his thighs.
Thick and heavy, his cock slid against the slick wet folds of her pussy. Engorged, aching with a hunger tearing him apart.
His lips slid from hers, ran down the silk of her neck to the rise of firm, sweet breasts and tight hard nipples.
He had to taste her nipples. Candy pink and hard and sweet as hell. He curled his tongue around one and let his hunger have its way.
Paige was drowning. She could feel herself drowning in pleasure so incredible she couldn’t find the strength to even attempt to resist even a second of it.
He’d warned her to keep her hands at the pillow, but she had to touch him, she had to hold onto him.
Her head was spinning like a top, pleasure whipping through her system like a fire burning out of control.
Her fingers dug into his hair as his lips drew the sensitized flesh into his mouth.
Sucking, drawing on it, his tongue licking, his teeth scraping. Flares of sensation whipped and raced through her entire body. Arching into it she was desperate to get closer.
She wanted to hold onto him forever. She just wanted to stay here in his arms.
“I waited,” she whispered, dazed, so much pleasure. “I waited so long, Abram.”
So many years and so many dreams of his touch.
“God, Paige, sweetheart.” Lifting his head he stared down at her, his legs pressing hers farther apart as he lifted, his knees digging into the bed, the head of his cock nestling into the satiny soft folds of her pussy.
The clenched entrance flared around the tip of his cock as he pressed forward, his eyes locked with the drowsy heat of hers and he began to work the stiff flesh into the heated grip of her pussy.
Paige was caught by the midnight of his eyes. She was caught by the pleasure-pain piercing and stretching her sex.
Her thighs trembled, her back arching, neck stretched back as her nails dug into his shoulders, her knees lifting, gripping his hips and opening herself to him.
“There, baby,” he groaned, his fingers gripping her hips, his gaze still locked with hers.
“Hold onto me, baby,” he groaned as she watched his expression tighten, watched his eyes flare.
That heat was burning through her. Like flames licking over her flesh, ripping through her senses. The thick width of his cock pressed in, stretched her and sent desperate aching need shattering through her as she arched, bucking against him, fighting to drive him deeper.
His fingers tightened on her hips, his hips keeping a steady, heated rhythm. He didn’t speed up, he didn’t go any slower. Keeping his gaze on her, he continued to work deeper into flesh rarely used.
Her head twisted on the pillows, dug into them, and with desperate whimpers she begged for more. She wanted to cry out, she wanted to scream for more, but oh God, she couldn’t breathe.
“Please,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, gripping as the muscles of her cunt rippled and sucked in tight hard spasms as the head of his cock lodged inside her. Working against the resistant muscles, the heavy flesh throbbing, burning inside her.
She needed more.
“Abram, please,” she moaned. “Oh God! Fuck me. Please, Abram.”
His hips jerked, burying him deeper.
Paige lifted her knees, her legs wrapping around his hips as she ground her pussy upward, gasping with pleasure.
“There you go, precious,” he groaned. “Fuck that sweet pussy up to me. Give it to me, baby. Work on my cock.”
His lips moved to her neck, biting kisses, strokes of his tongue licking over her as he began to move deeper inside her.
Finally.
“Yes,” she whispered, her pleasure echoing in the low cry that left her lips. “Deeper, Abram.”
She lifted closer, her legs tightening around his hips. “Fuck me deeper.”
His hips jerked against her, driving his cock deeper, harder inside her.
She was shaking, shuddering in his grip, but he was shuddering too. She could feel him. His face buried in her neck, his lips moving against the sensitive flesh, his hips moving harder now, pushing his cock deeper inside her.
The pleasure began to whip through her. Sensation upon sensation as she writhed beneath him, her legs tightening around his hips, her arms clasping his neck.
“Take me, Paige.” He nipped at her shoulders. “Take all of me, precious.”
She didn’t have so much as a second’s warning. She’d barely drawn in a tremulous breath when his hips bunched, gathering strength, then in one stroke he buried the full length inside her.
The heavy breadth of his cock forced its way inside her. Every hard inch stroking to her furthest depth and deeper. Pleasure and pain became rocketing fire as he began to move. He didn’t pause, he didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath or to prepare for the sensations tearing across her body, throwing her into a maelstrom of pure bliss. She wanted to scream it was so good, but she couldn’t scream. Instinct kept the desperation bottled inside, silent, or nearly silent.
She had to bite her lip. She bit his shoulder.
“Ah fuck!” Her teeth at his shoulder did something. It triggered a reaction. It set loose a primal, sensual creature she could have never expected. A wild, primitive, erotic lover that hijacked her senses.
His hips twisted and surged, shafted inside her and fucked her with driving, forceful strokes. Each rasp of his cock thrusting through her pussy, pushing her to a limit she hadn’t known existed. Pushing her toward an ecstasy so fiery she was lost in it, begging for more, dying with each stroke.
Each heavy thrust parting and delving, stretching and burning. She bit into his shoulder harder, fighting the cries welling inside her, fighting to hold back.
“No,” she moaned. 01C;No. Please, Abram. Don’t…” She shook her head. “I want to scream,” she whimpered. He growled. His lips covered hers, his tongue delved inside. He trapped the sound. He thrust harder, his cock stroking deeper, fucking her, possessing her, owning her as he never had before.
In that second she felt the sensations rushing, surging. Silent screams were ricocheting through her head and through her soul.
She was coming with a force. She didn’t know if she could survive. Exploding around the thick wedge of his cock as it began to throb violently. He groaned into the kiss and began coming inside her. Heated, deep spurts of his semen pulsing, surging inside the spasming flesh of her pussy.
Groaning into the kiss that held back her screams, his arms holding her to him, possessively, desperately.
And for the first time in her life she swore she belonged.
For the first time in his life, he knew what belonging meant.
And it terrified them both.
11
“Move! It’s time to go!” Abram hissed at her ear, a sense of danger filling his voice and awakening her with a surge of fear-laced adrenaline.
Paige’s eyes came open, staring up in confusion at him, his hand capped over her lips to cover any sound she may have made, born of fear or surprise.
Staring up at him she saw the icy features of his face, the cold, murderous rage glittering in his black eyes and she knew something, somehow, had just gone to hell.