Small, whimpering moans fell from her lips, tiny erotic cries that sent heat flooding his senses. God, she made him crazy. She made his senses explode just from the hunger, the sheer overriding demand that he touch, taste, that he f**k her as hard and as fast as possible. That he mark her clear to her soul. That he possess—own. Oh God, fill every part of her until she couldn’t survive without him.
She swayed above him, taking him to the hilt with hard, fierce downward glides of her hips. She ground her cl*t against him again, whispered his name, and—damn her straight to hell—made his f**king arms ache to just hold her.
“Fuck me, damn you,” he snarled his hands tightening on her h*ps as the lazy movements worked his lust higher. The hunger tore through him in ways he couldn’t explain. It would take more strength than he ever possessed to be able to tear himself away from her at this point.
“Rafer.” Her lashes parted, the soft gray of her eyes darker, the dark blue ring around the dove-gray color nearly black, her face flushed, as she stared down at him, then she licked her lips with a lazy, sensual flick of her little tongue.
Desperation whipped at his control as he slid his fingers from her br**sts, down her thighs, and around to her bu**ocks. “Fuck yes,” he gritted out. “Work that tight little pu**y on my dick. Give it to me, Cami.”
Her cry was sharper. Her h*ps moved faster, lifting and falling in tight, imperative strokes he knew he couldn’t bear for long, as he gave the explicit order.
His fingers slid along the crease of her ass, firm, determined caresses that suddenly had her senses heightening further. Her breathing becoming harder, more labored.
He gripped the rounded little mounds, spread them apart, then delved inside to find the sweet tight little rosebud hidden there.
Her movements became jerkier, tighter. Her eyes flashed open, locked with his.
“I love your ass,” he whispered hoarsely. “So sweet and rounded. So tempting. I’m going to f**k that ass, Cami. I’m going to watch my c**k pierce it, stretch it.”
“Rafer?” The confused pleasure that tightened her face had his h*ps arching, taking over the hard strokes, pushing them both closer to release “So f**king sweet and hot,” he growled, his fingertip working against that forbidden little entrance. “Being buried in your tight little pu**y is pure paradise.”
Cami couldn’t stem the pleasure. She couldn’t hold back the sensations or make him stop. The sound of his rough, guttural tone talking dirty to her, the words piercing her pleasure-hazed senses, stoked the flames higher.
As her h*ps rolled against him, his fingers slid to the heavy layer of juices. With two fingers he eased the slick moisture back, lubricating the tiny entrance, preparing her, wishing, gritting his teeth at the demand that he flip her over and work his c**k up that tight little hole. The ultimate possession. It would be the ultimate trust, given to him. It would be pure, sweet, f**king bliss.
“I can make the hurt so good, Cami,” he groaned, and damned if he had ever talked to another woman quite this way. “I can make it so good that you beg for more. That you ache for it. Scream for it.”
Cami felt the erotic pinch of heat as he worked his fingertip inside the virgin entrance, bringing her to an abrupt stop. Her h*ps stilled instantly. Despite the demand to move. The pleasure pounding through her. Staring down at him, panting for air, she bit her lip and tried to decide if she wanted this new touch, if she could handle it.
But Rafer wasn’t giving her a chance to decide. Wrapping his free arm high around her back, he pulled her down, nearly bringing her to his chest before she jerked back, a little whimper escaping unbidden from her lips.
“Rafer, I don’t know—” if she could handle the sensations. If she could handle the emotions.
She could feel the unknown looming before her as he continued to work his finger gently against the opening.
He tugged her down again, this time his hold firmer, her attempt to jerk back halted by the strength in his powerful arm.
“Scared, baby?” The amusement in his voice was a challenge and a dare. “Are you finally realizing you may not be able to handle me as easily as you think you can?”
He was daring her and he knew it. Pushing her, making the challenge impossible to resist. He knew his Cami. He knew that hidden core of competitiveness, that vein of fierce determination inside her.
The sound of it had her pausing. The pause, the weakening in her resistance, was all it took.
Before she could consider how to resist, how to adapt to the different sensations, his arm tightened around her, two fingers pressing firmly against the tight, too-sensitive, nerve-laden entrance that had never been touched before.
“What are you doing to me?” There were too many sensations, the pleasure and the pain building, the fiery intensity beginning to bloom from her rear through her pu**y, her clit, raking through her womb.
His h*ps rolled beneath her, grinding his pelvis against her oversensitive cl*t as he thrust just enough, just hard enough, stroking violently sensitive inner nerve endings as his fingers stretched, worked, burned the sensitive ring of tissue that protected the inner flesh of her rear.
She could feel a fury of flames beginning to burn inside her. Wicked, intense, and violently erotic. The heat began to build, to focus inward, blazing through her womb as she felt it begin to convulse.
Her body tightened, the muscles of her pu**y, her anus, clamping down on the dual penetration, throwing her into ecstasy.
The implosion blinded her. Pleasure began tearing through her. It rippled and surged through her system as she tightened convulsively crying out and shuddering violently as his name tore past her lips in an agony of pure, burning rapture. She felt the hard, fiery blast of his se**n pulsing inside her. Felt his fingers scissoring in her rear, extending the sensations. His free arm held her close to him, and a muted, broken male groan sounded at her ear.
Ecstasy exploded again, tearing through her and pulling a desperate cry from her lips as she heard him whisper her name. His free hand moved up, locked in her hair, and turned her head to him, his lips catching hers, kissing her, devouring her cries and her pleasure as it tore through her.
Torturously intense shudders of rapture raced through her flesh as she swore she could feel Rafer not just inside her body but also under her skin. He was invading parts of her she hadn’t realized he could ever breach.
Lying against him, waves of heat sinking deeper and deeper inside her, Cami fought and failed to keep that inner part of her closed against him.