Page 33 of Semi-Reckless

He was holding back, though. She could feel it. He was afraid of hurting her. He must’ve forgotten that the way he’d saved her life made her part demon. Which meant she was way tougher than she’d ever been.

She reached up to cup his cheek in her hand. He turned into her touch, and that’s when she psychically transmitted him images of exactly what she wanted from him.

Every muscle in his body tightened and goosebumps broke out over his arms. But he didn’t hesitate to carry out her psychic orders. First, he bent his head down and snagged her nipple between his teeth, giving it a sharp (but not painful) nip. Then he reached between their straining, sweat-dampened bodies and found her clit with his thumb.

That was all it took to break her. Again. She came so hard her entire life passed before her eyes. Her body clenched. And there wasn’t enough electrolyte-enhanced water in the entire town to rehydrate her.

But he wasn’t done with her yet. Because while she was still struggling to catch her breath, he pulled out, yanked her up, flipped her over onto her hands and knees, and slammed back into her from behind.

This had not been part of the vision she’d transmitted to him. This was all Roan. And—oh, God, yes! There!—she couldn’t be happier about it.

His movements were less controlled in this position, his strokes deep and hard. She arched her back against him, letting him know this was not the time to be gentle with her. “Harder,” she cried. “Please.”

Roan didn’t need to be told twice. Haven fisted her hands in the sheets and held on for dear life as he pounded into her again and again, hitting a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl, her abs clench, and reduced her to an incoherent, sobbing puddle of need that was completely his to command.

“Come now,” he demanded with a savage growl.

She would’ve given him anything in that moment. Anything except that. There was no way she could come again! She had no words, though. So, she just shook her head.

Apparently no wasn’t an acceptable answer. He reached around her hip and gave her clit a pinch sharp enough to make her yelp…and to make her come again. Yep. He’d proven her wrong with one pinch.

Either she was exceptionally easy, or he was a sex god. She was thinking the latter was true, because none of her electric boyfriends had made her come that easily, that many times.

And still, he didn’t stop. He kept driving into her like it was his damn job and he had an orgasm quota to meet before he could slack off for the night.

She wasn’t going to come again, though. It just wasn’t going to happen. Or so she told herself.

Until he moved to brace one hand on the bed next to her for leverage and circled her throat with the other. That’s when he proved his status as a sex god was proven (along with a kind she didn’t even know she had), because all it took was one flex of his hand on her neck to startle another orgasm out of her.

Jesus. H. Christ.

And that’s when he finally let go. He buried his face in her hair and came with the sexiest growl she’d ever heard in her life.

They stayed that way for a long time, clinging to each other, combined sweat drying on their skin. It could’ve been minutes, hours, or days for all she knew.

Eventually, he rolled onto his back, dragging her with him. When she was starfished limply across his chest, face buried in his pecs, she muttered, “That was intense.”

“Was I too rough? Are you hurt?”

If he didn’t sound so concerned, she might’ve made a joke about the teeth marks she could still feel on her nipple, or the bruises she was sure to have on her hips. But who was she kidding? “I’ve never felt better.”

He let out a contented sigh and stroked a hand over her hair. It was a perfect moment. Perfect moments were so rare.

Which was probably why her smartass mouth chose to make a joke. It was, after all, the way of her people. “Well…except for that one time with my giant purple vibrator. But I never expected you to live up to that.”

His hand stopped moving. There was a silence so loaded she could almost feel it in the air.

Haven squealed when he yanked her up so that she straddled him. His eyes darkened with what could only be described as a dirty challenge as he slid back into her. (Seriously, how was he hard again?) “Well, in that case, I see only one way to exceed your expectations,” he practically purred.

She was about to object. Tell him she’d just been kidding. After all, they couldn’t possibly…

He reached over into her drawer, grabbed her purple vibrator, switched it on, and pressed it to her clit.

Her breath lodged in her throat. Huh. Who knew? Turned out she could come again.

And again…and again…and again…

Hours later, after they’d talked and laughed and kissed and he’d promised to never abandon her again, Haven passed out blissfully in his arms. That was when Roan decided to try something he’d never done before. Had never needed to do before.

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