He lifted her higher. “Hold on.”
Her legs gripped around his ribs, and he reached to shove down his jeans. Then both hands clamped on her ass, and he lowered her down. “Stand on my boots.”
Her toes felt leather, and she regained her balance.
He took her hand and slapped a condom wrapper into her palm. “You wanted condoms—you put it on.”
She grinned, desire destroying her mind. A quick bite of her teeth opened the foil and she tossed the wrapper near her shirt. She turned and bit back a moan.
Huge. Fully erect, thick and long, Kellach Dunne had been gifted by the gods. She gingerly placed the condom on him, wondering quickly if it would fit. She unrolled the rubber as far as she could. Good enough.
Then she glanced up and smiled.
His head jerked. A low growl—a real fucking growl—billowed up from his chest. Then he was everywhere. Mouth, lips, tongue, hands . . . he was all over her. Laving her breasts, fingering her clit, pressing against her G-spot. He took her over, showing the storm who was really boss.
She gyrated against him, her hands roaming, her hands massaging muscle and exploring strength. The ache inside her blossomed into an edgy need, desperation increasing her caresses.
His mouth plundered hers, his tongue dueling, his lips overwhelming her. He grabbed her ass and lifted her against the tree, her thighs on either side of his. Finally.
She struggled to get closer, ready to implode.
He held her aloft, kissing her, taking what he wanted. Her moan slid into his mouth, and he increased the pressure.
She shook her head free. “Now, Kell. Now.”
He eyed her. Fierce, nearly animalistic, the expression on his face would follow her into forever. Slowly, with amazing strength, he lowered her onto him.
She gasped as just the head of his cock stretched her. Erotic pain buzzed her nerves, and she tried to go faster. To take more of him in.
He kept hold, moving her at his leisure, rendering her powerless in a way too erotic to define. Or admit. She gripped the strong cords of his neck, feeling the veins between her fingers, enjoying the pounding of his blood. Fierce. For her. She smiled and then bit his lip.
The sizzle of blood trickled on her mouth. Empowering.
“Alexandra,” he growled, yanking down and thrusting up in one smooth motion.
She cried out, throwing back her head, pain and pleasure mixing into a craving powerful enough to destroy.
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.
He was too much. Way too much. Yet her body took over, her hands gripping him, her hips tilting. Taking even more of him, pumping against him, as much as he’d allow.
He held still, his chest panting, his muscles a rigid line of control.
Going on instinct, she rolled her hips.
His head shot up. One arm slammed against the tree above her head, while his free hand manacled her hip.
She held on, the jacket protecting her back, his body keeping her aloft.
His shoulders undulated. A wild animal barely tamed, trying so hard to stay contained.
She met his gaze and deliberately clenched her internal walls around his pulsing shaft.
He snapped.
His fingers tightened hard enough to leave bruises. Leaning heavily on his arm, he thrust to the hilt.
She gasped, electricity careening through her, overwhelming all thought.
Hard, powerful, fully free, he pounded into her, the hand at her hip protecting her from the rough bark, the one above her head allowing him to thrust harder, using the tree for balance.
She bit back another cry and held on, powerless to do anything but feel.
Raw and feral, he hammered into her, filling parts of her she hadn’t known existed, taking her beyond the moment, beyond herself. Beyond them both.
Energy uncoiled inside her, dangerous and hot, too much to keep. She detonated on a silent scream, her body going rigid, her nails digging into his skin.
He pounded harder, faster, deeper into her, holding her tight, prolonging the waves battering her into a world of pleasure. His mouth enclosed her neck, his teeth sinking into tender flesh.
Another orgasm slammed through her, lighting her with so much heat, she could swear she saw fire. The air crackled and lava burned her hip, sinking deep and taking hold.
He growled her name, his teeth still embedded as he came, his cock jerking inside her.
Finally, he stilled.
Her chest panted against his, her heart thundered, her body lax. They stood like that for several moments, safe in the eye of the storm as nature bellowed all around them.
Suddenly, small pains made themselves known.
He licked her shoulder, his own stiffening as he leaned back. She had one moment to appreciate the lazy satiation crossing his face before awareness lightened his eyes. “I bit you,” he murmured.
She made a sound of agreement, words beyond her abilities.
His mouth opened and then closed. One broad hand swept across her ribs and down over her hip.
Pain lashed out. She winced.