Page 69 of Fastlander Fallen

His chuckle was deep and sexy. He pressed his lips to her neck and rolled his body toward her.

Corey arched back as he hooked a finger under her panties and pulled them off her legs in one smooth motion. Her bra was a little harder. She had made the mistake of slithering into one of those sports bras that he had to pull over her head. She probably looked like a landed tuna fish trying to escape it, and his chuckle drew a giggle from her lips. Fun boy.

His lips went to hers, then to her neck, then down her chest, and he sucked on her breast as she drawled out his name in a moan. She gripped his hair in the back and closed her eyes to the rafters on the ceiling, got lost completely in the feel of his body against hers, of his lips, of his tongue as he lapped at her sensitive nipple. He massaged that breast as he moved to the other. “You want to be the boss tonight?” he rumbled in a voice that wasn’t entirely human.

“Maybe,” she teased.

He bit her stomach gently, just the slight pressure of teeth, and then he rolled them over on the bed and pulled the covers over her back as she straddled him. “Go on then. Do what you want.”

Her palms on his chest, she slowly curled up her fingers, dragging her nails against his skin, and his eyes glowed brighter. She settled right over his stone-hard dick and rocked her hips forward, watching his face, and God, the roll-back of his eyes and the moan that escaped him was a thing of beauty.

She had this control. He was trusting her too. He was letting her lead, when he was the powerful one. The hybrid. The power. Oh, she knew he could be dangerous to others. She’d seen him fight, but with her? He exposed his neck, like he did with Gunner.

Corey lifted her chin higher into the air as she rolled against him again, positioned the head of his cock right at her entrance. “Tell me you want it,” she whispered, teasing her entrance with him.

“I don’t want it, I need it,” he rumbled in a gravelly voice, and now his hands were on her hips, guiding her. He adjusted her angle and slid into her, deep.

A groan escaped her as he eased back and pushed back in. Oh, he could hit her just right.

He pulled her down on him even deeper and thrust shallowly, staying buried in her. The pulsing move heightened how good it felt, and the tension built fast in her middle.

“Oh, you’re going to be easy for me, aren’t you?” he asked, watching her face.

She clawed her fingers harder against his stony chest, and he tilted his chin back as his eyes lightened.

“Ace, Ace, Ace,” she panted out as he pulsed into her deep, deep, faster.

He sat up suddenly and pulled her hard onto him, rolling his hips smoothly. He hugged her tight, keeping all her shattering pieces together as her body exploded. “I’ve got you,” he rumbled against her throat.

She closed her eyes and held him tightly as her throbbing release consumed her.

Mindless, she chanted, “I’m sorry. That was too fast, I’m sorry.”

His hand tightened around her throat just slightly. “That was perfect. You aren’t done yet.” He rolled over on top of her and covered them with the comforter. Here in the little cocoon he’d made, he started moving inside of her again, dragging out every fading pulse of pleasure. And when her body had stilled on her insides, he began thrusting into her hard again. This time, he had control of their pace, and he dragged it out, teased her, played with her sex. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

He used pressure with his hands on her body right where she needed it. He gripped her waist, the back of her knee as he dragged her leg up and angled in deeper. He slipped his hand to the back of her neck, then brushed her cheek as he thrust into her. He was exploring her body, and clearly enjoying himself, which was so damn sexy to her.

He liked her, but he was also so in tune with her body.

He was learning what she liked, and paying attention, and everything he tried tethered her more closely to him. In this moment, in the dim light of her room, she felt understood. She felt coveted. She felt important and valued.

There was no insecurity with him. How could there be? He was in it, caring for her body, interested in learning her needs.

When his thrusting became harder, and faster, the tension wrenched up again, and she couldn’t help the cries that escaped her throat with how good he felt inside of her.

“You ready for it,” he growled, holding her so tight, his full body weight making her feel completely safe.

“Please,” she gasped out mindlessly. “Please, please, please.”

He rammed into her hard, over and over, and her body shattered again as he drove so deep into her, paused, and pulsed warmth into her. She yelled out and gripped the pillow above her head desperately as another wave of pleasure took her.

He stayed buried in her center as he bucked into her, emptying himself.

Panting breath, she dared to open her eyes and found him looking at her with nearly-white eyes, glowing from the inside out, so bright it was hard to look away. He was gripping her hair at the back of her head, moving slowly inside of her now, dragging out her orgasm.

He leaned down and kissed her. “No more friends, Corey,” he growled. “You’re mine now.”

She leaned up and kissed him, then smiled and hugged him up so tight. He rolled over and eased her on top of him again, and just hugged her in the silence of the room.

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