Page 71 of The Syndicater (Dark Verse 6)

“Again,” she replied, her breasts heavy, nipples aching as they pressed into his chest.

Before she could blink, he picked her up in one of those crazy moves she’d fantasized about for weeks while watching him work out in their home gym, and one of those moves, a bicep curl thingy he did, always shot her libido right through the roof no matter how many times he demonstrated it.She expected him to pull her over him. She expected him to spread her while filling her with screams. She expected him to cup her ass with both hands and hold her still while he drove into her.

But Tristan did none of those things. Morana blinked in surprise as she felt his naked erection against her thigh as her legs wrapped around his waist. His big, rough hand came to grip her neck in a move that wasso Tristan, his blue eyes blazing with that combination of lust and love that made her heart pound, that combination of wild and soft that made her throb.

“Tristan?” she murmured, not understanding what he would do.

“Patience, wildcat,” he whispered softly, and Morana groaned, feeling his length rub against her small nub, sending a thrill of pleasure over her nerves.

“Screw patience,” she panted, moving her hips to get more friction.“Actually, screw me. Now.”

His lips quirked up even as his eyes glazed, that primal look in them making her heart batter like a ram.She felt his other hand settle on her ass, using their combined fluids to push two fingers into her rear as he lifted her a little higher, his erection pulsing right against her entrance, their eyes locked. Over the years, she had learned he was an ass man through and through. The first time he'd done that, she'd been surprised but it had rocked her world so hard she now begged him. He did take her ass some days if he was in the mood, but sometimes, when they were insatiable, he penetrated her with his fingers and his cock, filling her so completely with himself she felt like he could never get out.

That's what he did right then. With his fingers in her ass, in one smooth motion, he thrust his cock up just as he pulled her down.

Morana cried out, her head falling back as intense sensations assailed her, her walls clamping on his length and eyes closing as her fingers dug into his shoulders for support. Before she could catch her breath at the feeling of being so full, Tristan lifted her again with one hand, stuffing her in the back with his with the other, sliding his cock almost completely out of her before suddenly impaling her down on him, his hips bucking up into her, her loud cries drowned against his tongue.

Picking up the motion, he repeated it again, and again, and again, lifting her and pulling her down, pulling out and thrusting up, the angle allowing him to move so much deeper inside her, pleasuring nerves she didn’t know she possessed.

Her walls clenched around him, again and again, with each motion of his hips, convulsing around his erection as it slid home again and again, her eyes closed, small bursts of pleasure assaulting her, combining into a tighter fold, making her whimper louder and louder. Morana pulled away from his mouth, openly panting, hearing his own ragged breaths matching hers, his arms never stopping, his hips never pausing in their pistoning motion.

"Oh fuck," Morana breathed out in between gasps."Oh god."

Tristan stared at her intensely, the way he did, leaning his head forward and biting a nipple with his teeth.Morana shuddered at the overload of sensations attacking her from everywhere, clenching him so tightly he let out a very caveman noise. Her walls clamped around him at his guttural growl, and suddenly, the sensations inside her intensified in that familiar but addicting way, the friction between their bodies making her simper in pleasure.

She bit her lip, gasping as Tristan kept hitting the small spot he had discovered inside her, a spot so sensitive to his touch it could trigger beasts of orgasms and had, much to their pleasure.

“Oh god, I’m going to come,” she uttered beside his head, her hand grasping him for support as her hips started thrusting back on their own, her other more desensitized hand going between their bodies to rub on her clit, knowing he would never drop her, her finger furiously moving over the bundle of nerves.

“Then fucking come,” Tristan growled against her jaw, his teeth nipping the skin and Morana felt her toes curl, the heat infusing in her blood as it started from where her finger rubbed her clit and where he moved and moved and hit her so hard with each damn thrustand her walls started quivering around his shaft but he kept pumping it in and out and in and out and up and down and up and down and never stopped and…

With a mangled scream, Morana felt wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her, an orgasm more potent than either of the others she'd had that night. She felt Tristan's fingers pull out, his arm wrapping around her back, pulling her right into his chest as he pulsed inside her, twitching, coming with a raw sound from his chest, his face buried in her neck, his cock spasming inside her trembling walls, filling her with his essence, her own hands smushed on his chest.

They breathed heavily for long seconds, staying locked together, not moving, just coming from the high they got every single time.

"I love it when you love fuck me too," she told him, dropping over his chest, content, her ear pressed over his thundering heart, hearing it slowly calm back down to its normal beat, matching it so hers did too.

She could feel his amusement at her post-coital blissful words and she relaxed into him, content as a kitten, which reminded her.

She drew loops around his muscular chest with her finger. "When are we getting a cat?"

His hand stroked the line of her spine lazily. "A cat for you. A dog for Xander. It'll be a madhouse."

The exasperation in that whiskey and sin voice made her giggle. She folded her arms on his chest, ignoring the twinge in her left after the vigorous activity she had put it through, and rested her chin on her hands, looking down at him.

His eyes were closed, a peaceful look on his face.

"You'll enjoy it," she assured him. She hoped. "Your sister will come back with us, right?"

"No idea," he told her gruffly. "I hope but I'm not pushing her for anything. It's too soon and she's…she needs time. We both do."

"That's okay," Morana pressed a kiss to his heart. "We have all the time in the world."

A small smile lifted his lips, her favorite thing in the whole world—his dimple—popping out as he kept her eyes closed, stroked her spine, and let her snuggle into his heart.

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