Page 54 of Serpent King's Revenge

He was crawling up my body now, kissing every inch he could cover. He pulled my breasts out of my bra, and I hissed out a breath when he sucked hard on one of my nipples. I was sensitive–had been ever since I got pregnant.

“Nathan…” I breathed out again as Nathan boxed me in against the hard mattress. His palms pressed against the blanket on either side of my head, his dark eyes drilling into mine. I hadn’t even gotten a good look at him, but I felt his body now, felt his big, hard cock sliding between my legs.

“Talk to me, Abby,” Nathan murmured against my ear. His voice was a soft caress against my skin—coaxing, soothing. But there was nothing soothing about the way he touched me; that touch set me on fire. I bit back a moan and closed my eyes. He pressed a finger against my clit and my breath hitched.

"Nathan," I gasped, "I need…"

His gaze never left mine. "I know.”

A jolt of desire shot straight through me, pooling in my lower belly. My skin felt too tight, my heart pounded in my chest, my body burned for his touch. It was too much and not enough all at once.

His fingers continued their torturous exploration, driving me to the brink and pulling back just when I thought I could take no more. "Nathan…I need…"

"I know what you need." His voice was a low growl that sent shivers across my skin. He removed his hand from my pussy and brought it to his mouth, tasting me on his fingers.

The sight of him tasting me was enough to send me spiraling over the edge once again. My nails dug into his shoulders as waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me panting and trembling against him.

He smirked. “You know I’m just getting started, right?” he asked, and then grabbed his cock as he aligned himself with my entrance. The anticipation mixed with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure sent another wave of desire coursing through me.

"Fuck…Nathan," I gasped, biting down on my lower lip to stop from screaming out loud.

A small smirk played at his lips as he pushed inside me, inch by agonizing inch. I dug my nails into his back, the sharp sting of pain swallowed by the overwhelming pleasure that washed over me as he filled me completely. His grip on my waist tightened and he began to move.

"Nathan," I breathed out again, "There's something…"

He silenced me with a hard kiss, stealing my breath and thoughts away. His thrusts became more frantic, his grip on my waist tightening as he moved within me. Every thrust brought a new wave of pleasure, each one more intense than the last.

“Whisper in my ear, petal. I don’t want anyone to overhear anything,” he whispered softly. “But if you say something that might be compromising, I might have to make you moan instead. So be good for me.”

I nodded, desperately trying to form coherent thoughts as he continued his assault on my senses. "Can’t say much,” I managed to gasp out between his ruthless thrusts.

“Then say what you can,” he replied.

"Got a plan," I managed between gasps, my own training kicking in to keep my voice steady despite the whirlwind of sensation he stirred within me. "It's…ambitious."

"Tell me," he demanded, each word punctuated by a hard thrust.

"Working…with Knuckles," I gasped, my breath hitching as Nathan's pace sped up, his thrusts more calculated and forceful. The words were barely a whisper against his ear, lost in the sound of our bodies coming together over and over again.

His body stiffened at the mention of Knuckles. "What about him?" he grunted, not slowing down.

I fought for coherence, lost in pleasure. "Has people…inside. Want you…out…”

Nathan paused, ducked his head against me–dragged his tongue from my collarbone to the shell of my ear.

Fuck.

“Security’s too…” he thrust inside, squeezed his eyes shut as I clenched around him. “…too tight…”

“We can do this,” I said. He thrust hard into me again and I bit back a moan. “Oh god. I need you…”

“I know,” he interrupted. “Need you, too.”

I laughed against his lips as he kissed me, and he drew back as if purely to see my smile. “Not like that,” I whispered. “I need you to do something for me.”

"Fuck, Abby," he growled low, his hand moving to my throat and applying just enough pressure to take away my breath for a moment.

“So you’ll do what I say.”

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