She closed around him, the grip driving him mad. He had to come. He had to finish or they’d die right here in this bed.
Lungs on fire, his abs shaking with each mini-thrust, he finally felt the shudder work through her. His name was a wordless plea on the air as she curled into herself, and he followed her, winding around her, holding her as the lightning scored down his spine and he finally let go.
Wrung out, his body simply shut down and they both relaxed into boneless sleep.
Hours later, she woke him, the need just as insatiable. Full of tangled whispers and urgency, she rode him until her cries drifted out into the sea soaked night and only the surf answered.
When morning finally intruded, he found himself alone in the middle of a storm tossed bed. Pillows were at the foot of the mattress, the duvet dripped off the edge leaving him in only a scrap of a sheet.
He rolled to his back, stretching diagonal across the king sized bed. His morning erection had been long sated at dawn and again a few hours ago by her hungry mouth, leaving him hollowed out and exhausted.
He couldn’t remember her ever being that single-minded before. He was usually the one dragging her back into bed to rest and cuddle whenever their crazy schedules allowed. And usually he was the one to initiate sex these days.
Evidently a clear calendar was just what his wife needed.
What they needed.
And if she couldn’t walk correctly when they got home, then so be it.
“What’s that smirk for?”
He lifted his head, his smirk widening into a full blown smile as she knelt on the bed, holding a mug of coffee out to him. “Nothing.” He sat up. “Thanks.”
She curled in front of him on her knees, her eyes dancing over the rim of her mug. She’d filched another one of his tour shirts. This time, Metallica’s Master of Puppets slashed across her chest moving freely with her unencumbered breasts.
“What’s with the devil eyes?”
She shrugged. “Just happy.”
He leaned forward, feeling the smile in her hazelnut kiss. Instead of pulling back, she crawled over to him and straddled his hips. She put her mug down and stole his.
She shifted the sheets, rolling her hips until his cock stirred to life. All it took was a look, a whisper of her scent…hell, just having her in the room had him hard and aching most of the time. But now, he was almost raw from how many times they’d come together.
She had to be sore.
He groaned as she curled her warm fingers around his shaft. “Lawless.”
She smiled and slid the tip of his cock along her slit. She was slick and swollen already and took him inside with ease. Normally he had to go slow the first thrust, but she slid down his cock taking him fully inside.
Her summer sky eyes were wild again. The whites just a little too white, the pupils a little too wide. But he was lost to her a moment later. The rolling glide of her hips dragged him inside the shared space that only they could create.
Gaze locked, bodies one, and sunlight turning her hair into burnished gold, she was everything he’d wanted and never dreamed to have. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her flush to him until he could have her mouth, too.
The haunting groan from their endless night together spilled out of her mouth and into his lungs. And she rode him harder, her hips going from fluid to frantic.
Where had he lost her?
She’d been with him and now she was arching away, her knees gripping his hips as her fingers bit into his shoulder. “Deacon.”
“Shh, baby. I’m here.”
He lowered his grip to her hips and controlled the wild bucking. Christ, he didn’t want to hurt her. This angle let her control the depth of his thrust, but there was no control in her. Only the tempestuous Harper that had invaded his dreams and their bed last night
Unsure what to do, but willing to trust his instincts, he whipped the shirt up and off her and went for her throat. Cornsilk hair curled around his cheek as he found the spot that drove her mad.
He tumbled her back on the bed and brought his hand between them, using fingers against the hunger-starved clit that felt far too engorged for the moment.
They were combustible together, yes. But this was way beyond their usual. The way she gasped his name as her nails dug in. It fed the darker side of him that wanted out so very badly, but he tamped it down. Not now.
Right now, he needed to stay focused and find his way through the veil of need that seemed to have her trapped. She wasn’t with him, she was simply reacting to a stimulus that was gripping her tighter than even his arms could.
He slid out of her and she scrambled up and into his arms, trying to get him back inside of her.
“Lawless, wait.”
“If you don’t make me come my brains out, I’m going to—”
“Going to what?”
She huffed and stared into his eyes. The wild seeping out of her with heaving breaths. It was still there—on the fringes like a fox ready to take out a defenseless bunny.
He’d never been a bunny before.