“Please.... Take your shirt off.... Want to feel you...”
“You do it,” he commanded, releasing her hands and moving back enough to allow her to sit up. Her hands were suddenly grasping at his shirt; her small growls of frustration were like music to his fevered ears when her fingers couldn’t undo the buttons fast enough. Finally she gave up and gave one wrenching pull, solving the problem. Shane laughed at her enthusiasm, a sexy answering growl that gave way to a hiss as she pushed the sides away and found his bared chest. Nails raked over his skin, sharp enough to send ribbons of pleasure streaking through his nerves, but not enough to draw blood.
Then her mouth was suddenly upon his nipple, biting and sucking, mimicking the things he had done to her. Shane’s head flew back as he fisted his hands in her hair, pulling just enough to earn a few more feminine snarls.
While her mouth worked hungrily at his chest, licking, biting, and teasing, her hands moved down, stroking his sides, his abs, his back, desperate to touch every bared inch of his flesh. His muscles contracted and rippled beneath the contact, responding to her with a will of their own. He lost himself in the bliss of it, only to realize moments later that she had managed to unfasten his pants and her hand was reaching in...
Shane nearly shouted as her hand closed around him. He had expected her touch to be tentative, gentle. It wasn’t. It was fiercely possessive, branding him all the way down to his soul. He had warned her that she would belong to him, totally, completely, and irrevocably. She had answered him in kind. And she hadn’t been kidding.
Unable to withhold himself any longer, Shane pushed her onto her back, looming over her like a predator. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips in anticipation. One by one he discarded pieces of her clothing until she lay naked beneath him.
He allowed himself one scorching look. He would spend hours, days, years learning her body. Worshipping it. Pleasuring it. Discovering all of its hidden secrets. But right now her need – his need – would not allow it.
The need to claim his croie surged inside of him. To mark her. Claim her. Brand her soul so that there was no question what she was to him, what he would do for her.
He pulled away only long enough to get rid of the rest of his clothes, then he settled his weight on top of her. Her legs opened in welcome, her body forming the most perfect cradle. He paused above her, cupping her face with his hands.
“A croie beloved,” he whispered, his breath mixing with hers.
“A croie beloved,” she repeated, and his heart sang with joy.
He kissed her tenderly on the lips... then slid himself into her warm, welcoming depths.
Lacie rolled her hips to provide a better angle as Shane eased forward. As desperate and hungry as they were, he would not hurt her. Her sheath was so incredibly tight, hot and wet and perfect. Yet even with her desire, it was difficult. He cursed himself for not having the patience and self-control to prepare her better as she stretched around him.
A low moan filled his senses as she lifted to take him deeper; he’d never heard a sweeter sound. He worked himself inside, his penetration absolute until he filled her to capacity, swollen and pressed against her slick folds.
He paused, allowing her to become accustomed to him, kissing her face, her neck, her jaw until he felt her start to move beneath them. Then he began slow, easy thrusts.
“Shane,” she moaned again, drawing out his name so that it sounded like a song upon her lips. “Oh, how I’ve dreamed of this... of you...”
Her admission broke his last thread of control. He began to move harder, faster. She opened further to him, begging him to crawl inside her, to possess her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her feet rode his ass and the backs of his thighs and he pumped into her over and over again while she clutched feverishly at his arms.
He felt her inner muscles begin to tighten, felt her body coil around his. She called out his name in one last desperate plea and he obliged, driving hard and deep. Lacie shattered around him, her body seizing in ripples of pleasure, her sex squeezing like a tight fist around his cock.
He continued to thrust, his own release imminent, prolonging her climax until he joined her in ecstasy. He exploded within her, filling her, marking her, over and over again until she had wrung every last drop from him.
Exhausted, Shane dropped to the side, afraid of hurting her. Instantly, Lacie rolled into him, burying her face in his neck, wrapping one leg around his hip to keep them joined.