When it came, the confident stroke was a soft, electric contrast to the fierce, bruising grip around her wrists. She arched into the touch, murmuring yes, yes, yes as she struggled and writhed. He ignored both her pleading and her struggles, caressing her clit with his tongue in circles that tightened or widened according to some rhythm she couldn’t track. With a soft, bone-deep exhalation she surrendered, spreading her legs wide, and gave herself over to his pace.
His groan, bone-deep and chest-rough, eddied over her skin to seep into her nerves. He was as into this as she was, poised on a knife-edge for her surrender. But absolutely nothing changed. He continued to go down on her with the same relentless drive until every muscle in her body was drawn tight, clenched with the need for release.
He sent her over with a shockingly lavish, open-mouthed suckle at her clit. Her release pulsed through her, one starburst after another, stopping the air in her lungs until spots danced in the blackness in front of her eyes.
When she surfaced she heard the sound of cloth against hair-roughened skin. She opened her eyes to find him kneeling naked between her legs, studying her body as he sheathed himself. That sight was so shockingly erotic she had to close her eyes again, so she felt but didn’t see him shift lower, align his cock with her sensitized, quivering opening, and slide inside.
The compelling stretch, no less powerful after one night, tightened all her muscles to her bones with fine gold wire, until she was drawn tight around him, inside and out. He hadn’t asked if she was still with him. She was his for the claiming, so he took her conquered body because she’d surrendered it to him. Shivering, unable to process what was happening, she pressed her forehead into his shoulder, and looked between their bodies.
Big mistake. He pulled out and paused, his cock thick and flushed and gleaming with her juices, heightening her awareness of the delicious stretch as he glided back inside. Fire rippled up the nerve endings in her sheath, eddied to her nipples, the sensitized skin of her throat, making her lips tingle. She felt like her hair was standing on end, sweat-dampened and clinging to her cheeks and shoulders.
His pace was so slow, and she realized that he was totally immersed in how her body clung to his, hot and tight and wet. But he wasn’t like other men who pounded into her after she came, using her body to get off. Keenan was totally immersed in how her body made him feel, and it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
The muscles in her neck were trembling. Her head dropped back to the pillow. He’d been watching her watch him fuck her. When their eyes met his cock throbbed inside her, forcing him to slow down, then stop entirely to close his eyes and breathe.
“Are you taking what you want from me?” she whispered.
Another pulse inside her. He was right on the edge, fighting it. “Yes,” he growled, grinding his forehead against her shoulder. “Fuck. Yes.”
She waited until he lifted his head and looked at her. Sweat trickled from his temple to his jaw. She lifted her fingers and gathered the moisture on the tips, then brought them to his lips. His tongue flicked out, and she quickly lifted her head, touching the tip of her tongue to his, then licking the sweat from his mouth.
“Fuck. Rose. Fuck.”
For a long, hot moment their tongues tangled, clashed. He was trembling as the desire to thrust warred with the desire to hold back.
“Please,” she whispered. “Keenan. Please.”
He fisted his hand in her hair. Mouth hovering over hers so that each breath and glancing contact made her lips tingle, he pounded into her. Each stroke hit her clit with such force that she arched and cried out. Then he buried himself inside her. The grinding pressure set off another shock wave that sent her into a long fall into the void.
Chapter Five
Jack was going to have to get in line to kill him. Rose was going to give him a heart attack.
Keenan knew he should pull himself together. Roll to the side. But his muscles were slack and trembling, his joints so loose as to be useless. All he could manage at the moment was shifting his weight partially to his elbows and wait for his heart rate to drop out of the red zone.
Rose’s thighs quivered against his hips, then relaxed.
“Okay?” he asked.