Page 113 of Once the Skies Fade

His strokes—perfect in their pace and pressure—didn’t let up even as he asked, “Do you want me to stop then?”

Yes,I thought, but my lips uttered a too-desperate, “Never.”

Nipping my breast with his teeth, he laughed when I released one ragged breath after another.

“What’s that, Killer? Is this too much? Have you had enough?”

Stars danced behind my eyelids, and I fisted the bedding with both hands.

“No. Not enough.”

“What do you need?” he asked between the overwhelming sweeps of his tongue.

“You,” I gasped.

“Where?”

“Here,” I said, my eyes slamming shut as I grabbed his length and feverishly tried to pull him to where I ached most.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his husky voice teasing me in the worst ways.

“Fuck, general. Yes, I’m sure.” I slid my fingers into his hair and curled them against his head, yanking his face up to look at me.

He lifted his brow in silent question, his hand not slowing its teasing between my legs.

I rolled my eyes and whimpered like a pathetic wench. “Fine. You win.”

“What? I didn’t hear you,” he said, his voice irritatingly taunting.

“Please, general.”

“Please… what?”

Sighing, I lifted my head off the bed until my breath tickled his ear.

“Fuck me…please,” I whispered.

No sooner had I said the words than he was there, his hand replaced by the edge of him. He lifted my hand away from where I still gripped him.

“Lift your hips for me, Killer,” he commanded.

I obeyed, nearly falling into that bliss again when he gave inch after inch to me. Filling me over and over, thrusting and pulsing, giving me all of him so readily, so completely—so tenderly, even—that it brought tears to my eyes. I wiped themaway with my hand, trying to savor the way our bodies moved together, perfectly in tune with each other.

I nearly froze beneath him.

What was happening here?

This was just supposed to be a fun distraction.

It wasn’t that he was better than Brennan—they were equally skilled in these matters—but I’d never felt this strong of a connection before. What did that mean?

Why did it need to mean anything?

Just enjoy yourself, Calla!

I growled as I pushed my thoughts past the inconvenient, absurd feelings.

This was only physical. Just a release. Nothing more.

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