Page 13 of His Dark Hunger

They were both there, and their attraction was undeniable. There was a power in that knowledge that vetoed embarrassment.

“Fuck, sir.” Hooking her legs over his shoulders, she drew him nearer. That’s where she needed him—closer—as close as he could fucking get. He pressed his cock between her legs, the organ finding its way to her sex as though it already knew the way.

“Oh God.” Her eyes flickered closed as he filled her.

“Look at me.” He lowered over her body as he slowly withdrew. “I said I want to see you.”

Complying, Amy was overawed by both the intensity of sensation and intention. Looking into his eyes only amplified the ferocity of her feelings, as though there could be no secrets between them. Kyle had an unnerving ability to sense what she needed, as if he could see into her soul. The power of his gaze had caught her off guard right from the get-go, and as he dove into her again, she suddenly struggled to catch her breath.

“Little girl.” His mouth lowered to her neck, planting hot kisses there as she welcomed the depth of his possession.

She’d expected the sex to be fast and frenzied. The building tension in the corridor had signaled so, as hadthe way he carried her unceremoniously into his study, but now that he had her, he seemed to have little desire for furious lovemaking. On the contrary, the way his hands rose to capture hers and his fingers enmeshed with her digits conveyed a far greater depth of emotion than their relationship should have allowed.

Pinned beneath him, Amy was hypnotized. He’d told her to watch him, but as he moved, she couldn’t even contemplate dragging her gaze away. Impaled by his impressive dick, which was intent on stretching her sex at the new, more intense angle, she was enthralled.

This man—this strong and powerful individual—who should want nothing to do with her was worshipping her body, and as he slammed into her over and over, she was certain… there hadneverbeen anything like it before in her life. Graham hadn’t even come close.

“I can’t believe how good you feel.” He brushed his mouth over hers before his hand lowered to grab at her ass cheek. Sliding deeply into her, he paused, eliciting a moan from her lips.

“Fuck, sir.” She clenched around his shaft. “Please.”

“You want more?” His dark eyebrow arched as she lifted her hips to try to receive more of him.

“Please!” What more could she do to persuade him? “I need you!”

She regretted her choice of vocabulary at once, the self-satisfied smile that painted his lips twisting at her core, but she’d already tumbled far too far down the rabbit hole to truly care. Let him know how she was feeling and what she wanted.Let there be no pretense. She’d laid everything else on the line for him already—her financial woes, her family’s losses, and her pride—he might as well have the truth.

“Fuck, Amy.”

Her lips parted as he used her name. There seemed to be something poignant about the choice.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” His brows knitted as, presumably, he fought back against the rising tide of pleasure.

“I…” She’d intended to reply, but as her hips rose to receive him, she was aware only of the tug tightening at her sex. Much more of that perfect friction would see her topple, too. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping.”

The hand on her behind gripped her tighter as his jaw stiffened, but true to his words, his hips never slowed their pace.

She squeezed her eyes closed, despite his command, clinging to the incoming high. Her clit throbbed at the welcome provocation. She was so close to coming apart.

So fucking close.

“Look. At. Me.”

His whispered words were scarcely even a growl, the resonance alone enough to insist on her obedience. As her eyes flew open, his face was right there, his flesh burning on her lips.

Fuck.

She wanted to scream the word, but the weight of his stare was immobilizing. He was gorgeous, aged by his experience, yes, but still flawless as far as she was concerned.

How could she ever have been so lucky to have met a man who could love her this way, as well as one who could pull her from the deep financial pit they’d fallen into? Maybe it was genuinely luck—though she wasn’t sure she believed in the notion—or maybe there was such a thing as fate? Whatever the answer, the suffocating need at her clit demanded she abandon the question.

“I’m going to come!”

She didn’t know if the cry was a plea for his permission or only a release of the building energy inside her body, but staring into the endless pools of his eyes, she realized she did seek his go-ahead. There was something fundamentally alluring about offering him that one final fragment of control over the woman she was. It was something she’d never wanted to give to anyone else.

“Please, sir.” She laid it on the line for him. “Can I come?”

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