"Let me see you," he growled. "Show me how you pleasure yourself, Kia."
Her eyes widened at the demand, shock and lust eating through her defenses as he pressed her fingers into the wet heat of her pu**y.
"Show me." He licked his tongue over his lips as he straightened, his hands moving to his slacks. "Show me what you like. Then I'll give you what we both need."
Oh God, yes. She needed him.
She circled her cl*t with her fingers, rubbed over it, then ran her fingers down the slick slit. And she watched as his belt loosened.
She parted the lips, watching as his eyes trained on her fingers, and she rubbed over the entrance to her body, moaning as he unclasped his pants and eased the zipper down.
She pushed a finger inside her, whimpering as he eased the thick, hard flesh of his c**k from his pants.
"I want you without the condom." His eyes lifted to hers again. "Are you still protected?"
Kia shuddered at the thought of taking him, feeling him inside her there, bare, moving inside her, filling her.
"Can I have you like that, Kia?" he whispered. "Bare. Just me and you?"
"Oh God, Chase," she cried out, her voice hoarse. "Don't you know? You can have me any way you want me."
Her gaze moved, lowered, her mouth watering at the sight of him stroking himself, his fingers easing over the thick flesh of his cock.
Teasing her.
She teased back.
His eyes moved to her hand, where she pumped her finger slowly inside her vagina then pulled free, the juices glistening on her finger as she held her hand out to him.
"Ah, God. Kia." He came to her.
His lips parted, taking her finger inside the heat of his mouth as he pushed the head of his erection against her, parted the folds, and began to stretch her.
"Chase. Chase, it's so good." She arched, lifting herself, parting her thighs. "I need you. I need you so much."
She needed him hard and deep. Fast and strong.
He pressed her thighs farther apart, held her open, and they watched, together, as he pressed inside her.
Electricity sizzled around them. Pleasure scraped over her nerve endings, heated her and drew her tight with the needed release as he eased inside her. Inch by inch, parting the tender flesh and stroking inside her as she pulled her finger from his mouth and held on to his wrists.
Something to hold on to. She needed to hold on to him, because she could feel herself threatening to race into some glittering vortex of pleasure that would steal her senses.
It had never been like this. She had never known pleasure like this. Even with him and Khalid the pleasure hadn't been like this. Just the two of them. Just his flesh and hers, his touch and hers.
"Ah, hell. Kia." His h*ps jerked, bucked, filling her with the last inches of his c**k and driving hard, deep inside her.
He lifted her legs, bracing them back, pressing deeper inside her as her head thrashed against her cloak.
She couldn't make sense of this pleasure. It was more than heat, more than the electric thrills of racing fire and longing. It was more than pleasure.
Her pu**y flexed and clenched, sensation tightening her womb as broken cries left her lips and Chase began to move. At first, slow, easy thrusts that built the need inside her. Like a fire being stoked, built, burning hot and blistering, Kia began to burn.
She twisted beneath him, staring up at him in dazed ecstasy as he began to move harder. Faster. His expression twisted, tightened into taut, savage lines of hunger. His eyes glittered beneath his lashes and even in the cold, beneath the fall of snow, a rivulet of sweat tracked down the side of his face.
He f**ked her with heavy, hard strokes, pumping into her, impaling with a pleasure that tore through her and filled her senses with a kaleidoscope of sensation.
"Chase!" She cried out his name as she twisted beneath him. Burning. Needing.
She felt torn apart by the need that ripped through her, raced over her flesh and drove inside her womb, wrapped around her clit. She could feel it building inside her, expanding and contracting as he began to move harder, deeper.
"Chase. Chase, please." Her hands fastened on his wrists as she felt her orgasm nearing, felt it with a force, a power, that a part of her warned could be destructive.
"Hold on to me, baby," he groaned. "Hold on to me tight."
He came over her, his hands moving beneath her shoulders, her legs wrapping around his h*ps and he was taking her hard. Forcefully. His h*ps pounded into hers, flesh slapping against flesh as Kia felt the explosion detonate inside her.
She screamed his name, arched, her legs tightening around his h*ps as the racing tremors of sensation became rapture through her body. Lightning, radiant heat, and the feel of him spilling inside her. The pleasure increased and swept her away on a tide of pure sensation.
Magic and starburst of rapture. Chase above her, his arms beneath her, holding her to him as he whispered her name against her neck, his body shuddering, jerking as he raced through his own release.
Kia held him to her, her arms wrapped around his neck, her head buried against his shoulder as she let him sink inside her. She felt wrapped in warmth, cocooned in the glow of pleasure, and, for the first time in her adult life, complete.
That was the frightening part. She felt complete in Chase's arms.
"Sweet Kia." His voice was broken as he kissed her neck before easing back slowly.
His hand lifted, touched her cheek, wiped away the damp of the melting snow, and brushed across her swollen lips as her eyes opened.
And she stared into his. His eyes were darker than before, his expression so tight, so savagely lined with a hunger, a need, that she knew had nothing to do with sex or lust.
"What am I going to do with you?" he whispered, laying his forehead against hers as his eyes closed. "Ah God, Kia. How the hell am I going to deal with this?"
She lay beneath him, waiting now, feeling the battle surging inside him, and wondering if she would come out losing against that battle, or winning.
Chase could feel her beneath him, tense, so warm, her body still gripping his in a fist-tight hold, so snug and heated he knew he could take her again, so easily.
So damned easily.
He eased back instead, grimacing as he felt his c**k protest at the retreat and the cold that awaited it. As he moved back from her, her legs fell from his hips, her dress sliding over her thighs and to her feet as she lifted the dress strap back to her shoulder.