Whispers in the Dark - Maya Banks [105]
Her back arched upward to meet his thrust. Her hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers digging deep as pleasure exploded through her body.
Not that endless foreplay wasn’t very nice, and Nathan certainly had talent in that area, but this instant, explosive coming together was electrifying.
It felt primal. It was primal. Claiming and taking. Possession. He covered her, thrusting, hovering protectively over her even as he demanded his due.
Oh God, she was never going to last and she wanted it to go on forever.
His eyes bore into hers, dark and fiery. His jaw tightened with each thrust and he watched her closely even as he drove deeper into her body.
She started to close her eyes, but he stopped, embedded tightly.
“Look at me.”
She refocused her gaze on him, saw the love and also the edgy need burning so bright in those velvet brown eyes.
“Look at me. Stay with me. Always.”
He slowly withdrew and then thrust powerfully back into her.
“Is this what you wanted?” he strained out. “Is this what you need?”
She wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips to meet each and every forceful lunge. “Yes,” she whispered. “I need you, Nathan. Just you. I need this. I need your strength.”
“You have it, baby. You have it and me. Always. I swear.”
Their gazes locked, she writhed beneath him, the edgy rise already upon her. Sharp and yet delicate. Hard and yet so utterly gentle. She was lost in him. Lost in the power of his possession.
This was what she needed. To feel that she belonged to him. That she was his and that he’d never let her go. She wanted to feel owned, protected, unbelievably cherished. And he made her feel all of those things and so much more.
“Use your hand, baby,” he whispered. “I want you to go first. Touch yourself. Tell me how deep you want it.”
His words danced erotically over her ears and sent her that much closer to the edge. She moved her hand down her belly, tight between them, and lower until her fingers slipped down to where they were joined.
For a moment, she caressed the part of him that still remained outside her opening and then she moved back up, through damp, sensitive folds, to her clit.
“That’s it. Damn,” he groaned. “You just tightened all around me.”
“Harder,” she gasped out. “Please don’t stop, Nathan. I’m so close.”
He pulled back and plunged again. Harder and deeper. Then again, with so much power that it drove her farther into the mattress.
She couldn’t catch up. Couldn’t breathe. So she held it, straining higher and higher. He pushed into her, so tight. She was so full. He overpowered her senses. All she could process was him. Inside her body. Owning her. Staking his claim. Giving her the most unimaginable pleasure she’d ever experienced.
He lowered his head to ravage her mouth. Hot, possessive kisses. Their tongues clashed and rolled over each other. He tasted her from the inside out and then ran his mouth down her face to her neck.
He sank his teeth into the ultrasensitive area over her pulse point and, at the same time, swiped his tongue erotically over the area where he nipped.
He seemed determined to give her everything she’d asked for and so much more. More than she could even take.
She moaned softly and then louder as her orgasm came roaring over her like a runaway train. He drove hard and held himself there.
“Oh God, Nathan. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged.
She forgot all about his order for her to look at him. She closed her eyes and cried out as he pushed deeper still. She was unraveling at a speed that left her breathless.
And then she hit her peak in one shattering, mind-numbing explosion.
He was pushing into her faster, harder. His hips slapped the backs of her thighs and then her legs fell away as he forced them wider apart.
He shifted so his weight was squarely over her and then he leaned his head down until his forehead rested against hers.
“I love you,” he whispered.
He thrust again and then closed his eyes as he shuddered with his release.
“Open your