Suddenly he was over her, hands braced flat on either side of her head, drinking those sounds of her orgasm from her lips. He kissed her hard and wild and that only got her hotter. She needed him inside her.
She held his face, her palms rasping against his bristly cheeks. “You have entirely too many clothes on,” she panted.
He flashed her a grin that made her belly somersault, and then he was reaching behind his head and pulling his shirt off with one move, tossing it aside and revealing that beautiful chest that looked like it was honed on a battlefield. She sat up, running her hand over his smooth skin, tracing the fierce--looking dragon.
“When did you get this?”
“Right before I went to prison. My brother and I both got one the night before we went in. We might have been drinking.” A corner of his mouth kicked up. “We picked a dragon since it could fly.” He glanced down, watching her fingers trace one of the dark sharp lines that sat on a hard ridge of flesh. “Like it would be a part of us that was always free.”
“You’re free now,” she whispered.
A cloud passed over his face. “Yeah, only sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. Sometimes it feels like I’m still in there . . . stuck behind bars.”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
He shook his head and undid the snap of his jeans, clearly not in the mood to say any more. Shoving them down, he distracted her with his nudity. His manhood sprang free, large and hard, curving toward her as though seeking home. He pulled a condom from his discarded jeans and climbed back between her thighs. “Nothing,” he muttered, his mouth claiming hers again.
He kissed her until she forgot the question. Until she was hot and aching and arching under him again.
“Knox,” she pleaded.
“Say it,” he ordered, his eyes gleaming darkly, like a beast emerging from the woods. He rubbed himself against her folds, teasing her, taunting her as his big body hummed, all coiling tension and checked brutality hovering over hers.
She twisted under him, her head tossing on the bed. She thrust her hips up to take him but he still continued to torment her. Fisting his cock, he rubbed harder against her without penetrating.
She was practically sobbing. “I need . . .”
“What?” he demanded, his features harsh but no less beautiful.
“You—-”
“What do you want me to do to you, Briar?” Now he was nudging against her opening, giving her just a little of his engorged head.
“Fuck me,” she begged in a strangled voice.
The words hardly made it out before he was slamming into her, so big inside her that she gasped, nails scoring deep in his back. He pulled out nearly all the way and shoved in again, harder, pushing her up the bed from the force of his movement. She squeaked and clung to him. He paused for a moment, clearly letting her catch her breath.
He took longer than she liked and she wiggled under him, swallowing her breath and working her hips, a plaintive little mewl escaping her. She leaned up and bit his chest lightly, pumping her hips under him.
“That’s it, Briar,” he encouraged. “You fuck me.”
In a move that stole her breath, he flipped over so that she was astride him. Without ever dislodging himself from inside her, he anchored her atop him, his big hands fastened on her hips.
It was a new position. She floundered for a moment, feeling awkward and not quite knowing what to do.
“I—-I don’t . . .” she stammered, her hands coming down to flatten on his chest.
“Just ride me,” he instructed. “Fuck me however you want. I want to watch you . . . touch you.” His hands came up to claim her breasts, his strong fingers playing over her sensitive nipples.
“Ohh.” It was like his hands had a direct link to the magic happening between her legs. She threw back her head as her sex throbbed and squeezed around him, buried inside her.
He groaned. “That’s it. See. Your body is milking me tight . . . it knows what it likes. Now ride my cock.” Her face burned at his blunt speech even as another part of her thrilled. She pressed down on his chest and lifted herself up, then came down once, grinding on him in the down stroke. Sparks of sensation shot through her, all springing from her core.
She moaned, repeating the move, leaning her hips forward and finding her angle, crying out as her clit ground down against him. She started to shake, her movements becoming wild and frenzied.
“That’s it, baby,” he panted, clenching handfuls of her ass as she worked over him. “Come apart for me. I want to feel you come.” He aided her rhythm, his fingers digging into her and slamming her down harder every time she dropped down on his cock.
She shook her head, her hair tangling at her mouth. She clawed the strands away. “I—-I can’t—-”