Gideon wedged his broad shoulders between her thighs, and wound his free arm up between her legs to grip her bottom, holding her in place for his feasting. And feast he did. He rode out the jolt of her body, the frenzied jerk of her hips, suckling her, teasing and lapping at her, pumping three fingers inside her now.
“Gideon! Oh, God, Gideon!” she cried out, moaning aloud as she clutched blindly, desperately at the wall, at his shoulders, at thin air, for support.
Sensations rocketed through her, wild and uncontainable. Her body trembled with pleasure, arching, stretching for more. Wave after wave of bliss caught her up, shattering her, sending her drifting on the clouds.
But Gideon was relentless, and nowhere near finished with her. She’d no more than come down from one orgasm before he ruthlessly drove her up the peak of another. His satisfied growl against the soft skin of her inner thigh when she came a third time—or had it simply been an extension of the second, dragged on and on for his pleasure—took her knees out from under her. She couldn’t help it. She simply collapsed.
He moved, fast as lightning, sweeping her up, pinning her between the wall and his rock solid chest. His breath skated over her ear, burning her.
“Don’t think for a second I’m done making you come on my mouth. I intend to gorge on you, over and over and over.” His chest heaved as he panted raggedly in her ear. “I’m starved for the taste of you. I’ll never get enough.” He nipped her earlobe, a sharp little sting as if to punctuate his warning before suckling the pain away.
She was too satiated to argue, too limp to move. Here and now she fully understood the phrase, putty in his hands.
Gideon captured her lips, dragging her back from the edge of languid satiation, plunging her into needy awareness. Competent hands lifted her higher against the wall, till her feet left the floor. He used his body to hold her in place while his hands skimmed down her sides. He gripped her knees, pushing them up, guiding them high around his waist. Maggie locked her ankles over his taut buttocks. His motions were rough once more. Her drenched cleft skated along the rigid length of his erection and he snarled, his fingers digging in, bruising her.
“Have to get inside you,” he growled.
She whimpered. Her arms felt like rubber, but she twined them around his neck, winding her fingers in the warm silk of his hair as he kissed her senseless once more. She could feel the thick head of his shaft pushing at her entrance, stretching her though she was more than ready. She could feel every beat of his heart pulsing in his member, connecting them somehow on an elemental level. A new, corresponding ache formed in her womb, deeper, more painful and more demanding than before, and instinct told her the only way to ease that ache was to get him inside her, all the way inside, as fast as possible.
She squeezed her thighs tighter around him and rocked her hips in frenzied demand. She tugged his hair sharply when he didn’t immediately shove hard inside her. Maggie sank her teeth into his lower lip. She didn’t recognize this wanton, demanding female she’d become, had never had her body slip beyond her control like this before. Had never had such a physically carnal encounter in her life. It was as if she’d been awakened.
Gideon had brought this out of her. Only Gideon.
And only Gideon could satisfy her now.
A dark, guttural curse burst from him. He pried her fingers from his hair, manacled her wrist, slammed it against the wall above her head and held it there. He jerked his head back, his golden eyes sizzling with hunger as he stared her down. Slowly, so she’d be sure to see it, she knew, he licked the thin ribbon of red at the edge of his lower lip where she’d drawn blood. She was shocked by her own behavior…and more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.
Reaching beneath her, he gripped her bottom, angling her, holding her in place as he fastened his mouth over hers again. Gideon slammed inside her, to the hilt, capturing her scream, swallowing it.
And then he started to move. Long, deep thrusts that bound them together, body and soul. He tore his mouth away and pressed his cheek to hers. His hot breath was ragged in her ear.
“You’re mine now, Maggie,” he growled, his voice raspy and thick. “I claim you as my mate, and I’ll never release you from my keeping.”
She couldn’t reply, caught up as she was in the sensations of his body laying siege to hers. But a sense of rightness, a sense of finality slammed through her.
Gideon buried his face in the side of her neck. One hand was clamped on her bottom, firm and unyielding, possessive, gripping painfully tight, the other still held her wrist. The muscles of his arms and back were taut beneath the exploring fingers of her free hand. Fine beads of perspiration glistened on his skin. Her own flesh felt damp with it. Her legs were still wrapped tight around his lean waist, her still ankles locked over his taut buttocks. His back flexed and bunched as his lean hips pumped in an ever increasing, primal rhythm until flesh slapped flesh.
As he pushed them mercilessly toward that glimmering peak, a fleeting thought shot unerringly through her mind.