Her thighs spread wider, each sensation merging into the one before it, building, coalescing into such sharp, fragmented shards of ecstatic sensation that by time he took control of her and forged in to the hilt, she was crying out with need, begging for ease.
“Look, Tey.” His gaze sliced from hers as he glanced down her body, pulling her gaze to the point where they met where his body disappeared into hers.
The swollen folds of her pu**y were parted, glistening with wetness, cupping, enfolding the base of the hard shaft penetrating her.
The sight of it had a punch of pleasure tearing through her womb. It jerked her h*ps tighter against his, lodged his c**k harder inside her, the head rubbing against the overstretched depths of her vagina.
She was gripping his cock, flexing involuntarily around the hard flesh. She wanted to hold him just like this forever.
As she watched, he eased back, revealing the glistening shaft until only the thickened crest remained, before pushing back inside her, slowly, deeply. The flared head stroked over ultrasensitive nerve endings, rasped against excited flesh, and sent a flood of sensations racing through her bloodstream.
As though that thrust were a breaking point, Jordan gave a harsh groan before lowering himself to her, his lips covering hers as his h*ps began to move with a smooth, steady rhythm.
Tehya fought to hold on to him, to meet each stroke as pleasure seared her senses and flamed through every cell of her body. Her nails dug into his upper back as she thrilled to the bunching of powerful muscles beneath toughened flesh.
Electric heat sizzled through her, fingers of it raking through her womb, her clit, her ni**les. Her body was screaming for release. Each thrust of his c**k rasped through her pu**y, caressing the sensitive flesh with rapid-fire strokes as the agonizing pleasure surged higher, hotter.
As Jordan’s head lifted her gaze locked with his; she was mesmerized by the brilliancy of the blue, held in thrall by the hunger and the need reflected in them.
A hunger and need that tore through her, that rose with each thrust, with each forceful entry into the clenching flesh. It was more than lust. She swore she could see more there. It had to be more. The intensity of the pleasure was just too deep to be physical only. To just be lust.
“Tehya.” Her name seemed torn from his lips as her legs wrapped around his hips, her nails digging into his arms. “God yes, baby. Fuck me.”
His voice was harsher, thicker. He sounded tortured, as seeped in the agonizing pleasure as she was.
Tehya felt the waves of sensation gathering in her womb stealing her breath. The clenching tightness that echoed to her pu**y, spasmed through it. Her cl*t swelling it further, tightening it until the pleasure and pain mixed with erotic desperation.
She could feel his cock, thicker, harder than before, as each thrust began to tighten, shorten.
Sensation began to burn in her clit, her pu**y. Her breaths became moans, rising with each shocking burst of pleasure as she felt the pressure tightening inside her, burning, flaming out of control until it suddenly exploded like fireworks gone wild.
His name became a wailing moan as her h*ps arched. She felt her pu**y tightening, clenching on his thrusting c**k a second before the world melted around her.
Ecstasy began to thunder through her. A storm of sensation exploded through her in rapturous bursts, arching her body, shuddering through it as she felt Jordan thrust in hard, deep. He jerked her against him, his hard, muscular body rippling with pleasure, and he began spilling inside her.
Spurting deep and hot, his release swept through her senses as her own release seared her nerve endings and left her gasping at the intensity of her orgasm.
She didn’t know if she was breathing. She didn’t care if the world itself rained down upon them. Nothing mattered but this pleasure and the white-hot mix of sensation and emotion rising through her.
Emotion.
She had sworn she would never love, but she had known in Aruba, two years before joining the Elite Ops that it was a promise she would end up breaking.
She loved Jordan Malone.
* * *
He’d just destroyed both of them.
Jordan stared at the ceiling above him as he held Tehya in his arms and knew the mistake he had made. He hadn’t f**ked her. He’d intended to, but he hadn’t. No. Hell no. He’d come much too close to making love to her.
He’d fought this for years. Fought it and sworn he’d never give in to it, because he knew it had no future. That he had no future with her. He couldn’t risk his soul to that point. If he kept her, if he gave into his need, then he’d never be able to let her go. He would allow himself to give in to that illusion that lasted forever, when he damned well knew love was the illusion, and forever didn’t exist.
And even if he was wrong, even if she was the home-and-hearth type, and the illusion could be maintained there was always the risk that his enemies, those made before his time in the Elite Ops, would find him. And when they found him, they would find his weakness.
Tehya.
She was the weakness. She was the one woman capable of breaking his control.
“Nothing to say?” she whispered from where she lay against him, obviously awake. It was too much to pray she had gone to sleep.
When he said nothing, she moved. Jordan had to force himself to let her go, to refrain from pulling her back to his chest. Where she belonged.
Rolling from his side she rose from the bed, and slowly, wearily, she collected her gown from the floor and pulled it over her head. She looked defeated. That realization tore at his concience, leaving him steeped in regret and guilt.
Wiping his hand over his face, Jordan rose as well, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched her broodingly. Son of a bitch, this was one of the reasons he hadn’t taken her to his bed. Tehya wasn’t a one-night stand, and he had known it. Fuck, hurting her was killing him.
Hurting Tehya was something he had tried desperately not to do over the years. In all his life there had never been anyone he wanted to protect more than he wanted to protect Tehya. There had never been a woman so hard to let go.
Something he had known from the beginning that he had no choice about.
* * *
Tehya promised herself she wouldn’t cry. She fought back the tears but she couldn’t fight back the pain clenching her chest and throbbing through her heart.
She had always assumed a broken heart was more figurative than literal, but she could feel it ripping in half inside her chest. Even her bones ached, her ribs felt too tight, under pressure, as though the emotions tearing at her heart were going to burst from her skin, as well.