Page 43 of His Dark Hunger

“I like it when you struggle.”

“So do I, sir.” That mischievous look he loved glinted in her blue eyes. “But only whenyoumake me struggle.”

“Get those panties off.” He ran his fingertip under her underwear and snapped the lace back against her skin. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging for mercy.”

Chapter Sixteen

Euphoria

Amy

She wiggled out of her panties as fast as she could, throwing them aside before he pinned her against the cool satin of his bed. Had she not been so absorbed by the moment of connection, she might have laughed at his choice. Of course, a man like Kyle had chosen satin bedding. The black sheets were sophisticated and classy—just like him—and they provided the perfect setting for their intensity.

“You were amazing tonight.” He smoldered down at her, his hair falling past his incredible eyes as he settled back between her thighs. “Thank you again.”

“Don’t thank me, sir.” She mewled as his cock nudged her pussy, taunting her with the act that would fulfill them both. “Fuck me.”

Kyle’s gaze widened a fraction, but she swore she saw devils dancing in them as he processed her reply.

“Are you giving the orders now?” He arched a tantalizing eyebrow as his shaft slid into her slick sex.

She whimpered as he filled her. “No, sir. I’m the one who needs your cock.”

“Then that’s what you get.” Lunging forward, he speared her, the power of his possession forcing her mouth to open.

“Fuck.” She clenched around his shaft, enjoying the groan that slipped from his tempting lips. “Yes.”

There was no shame in revealing all of herself anymore. Kyle was still an unknown quantity—an enigma she’d need to explore in order to fully commit—but Amy was no fool. He was also smart, capable, and fucking gorgeous—a man who could provide her with a joyful, safe, and comfortable life. She was never going to let the feelings they shared slip away without a damn good reason.

“Where have you been all my life, little girl?” His breath was hot on her shoulder as he lowered to kiss her.

She had no idea how to answer that with words, so grasping his hair, she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him closer. The electricity sparking between them was what she’d been missing her entire life—the passion, the need, and the bond. Sex with Graham had been pleasant enough, but after the kids, the carnality had waned into an almost annual event, and by then, it had been routine, as though they weregoing through the motions. Being with Kyle couldn’t have been any more different. He inspired feelings in her that she’d never acknowledged before, feeding a hunger she hadn’t known existed.

As his shaft slammed into her, their union was about much more than only wanton need; it was about the meeting of two minds. How was it that Kyle had expressed it to his friends earlier? That they were two sides of the same coin, as though they needed the other to be whole—that’s how it seemed as his body worshipped her.

“Fuck.” His hips stilled, pushing him deep inside her. “I want to make this last.”

“I don’t care.” Lost to the fever burning between them, she no longer cared how he fucked her. It only mattered that he was—that he wanted her as much as she longed for him—and there was a chance for them beyond the walls of Brock Hall.

“Well, I do,” he snarled, withdrawing quickly before he scooped her in his arms and spun her onto all fours.

Yelping at the sudden change of tack, she grinned as he jerked her hips back to meet his protruding dick. This was what she adored about Kyle—ill content with the status quo, he was a man prepared to take control of any situation—and she hoped he never changed.

“Perhaps you’ve forgotten who’s in charge, little girl?” His voice thundered from behind her seconds before one hard slap landed on her right ass cheek.

“No, sir!” She winced at the hurt, already sensing how its tendrils reached out to her sex, diffusing heat and arousal around the area.

“No?” His body cocooned hers as he growled the word into the side of her neck.

“No, sir.” She turned her head to meet his gaze fleetingly. “You’re in charge.”

“Oh, you’re sure?” His tone was sardonic.

“I’m sure.” She buried her face into the covers, unable to sustain the knowing look in his eyes.

He impaled her again, his possession all the more breathtaking from the new position. “That’s good to know.”

The hard tug at her hair demanded her head rise, and before she knew it, he’d pulled her into a hard arch as he screwed her into the sheets.

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