Page 106 of Leashed

She nodded frantically, her heels digging into the mattress. “Yes.”

“Still?”

“Yes!”

“How about now?”

Her back arched off the bed as she gripped the sheets, caught between ecstasy and complete frustration over his constant questioning. “Yes, oh my god, yes!”

His speed doubled and she inhaled, the tightening of every muscle in her body placing her within reach of something she knew would be incredible.

“Still good?”

She pursed her lips and clenched her teeth, nodding silently and frantically.

“We’re still on track, right?” When she didn’t reply, couldn’t reply, his withdrew his fingers from her body and sat back on his haunches, leaving her primed and panting. She groaned in disappointment and he gave her a wicked grin, tossing off the towel he still had secured at his hips. “So my little mouse can be loud when she wants to be,” he purred.

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There was asecond where Bo was certain Sage was going to kill him, but the moment he pushed slowly inside her and her head fell back, he was pretty sure he was forgiven.

Of course, in that same moment, he was also pretty sure he was going to detonate like a grenade with a hairline trigger. “Hot damn,” he grunted, burying his face into her hair as he angled her hips to hit the spot that had driven her mad.

She breathed out his name and he clenched his teeth.

This was going to be over way too fast on his end if she did that again.

He rocked deeper into her and she whimpered, the sound mixing with the sensation of her heat around him. “Maybe do that quiet thing until I get my rhythm,” he panted, grinding his teeth and focusing on the injuries still radiating a constant pain.

Because he really hadn’t thought through his plan to make her scream.

This was probably going to end embarrassingly fast.

Despite the subtle nudges from her heels on his ass, he pumped into her leisurely, bringing her away from the edge and giving him time to regain enough control to enjoy every response.

And there was so much to enjoy.

The smooth expanse of her thighs as she held him inside her.

The way her dark eyes would open lazily, her lips parting every time her buildup restarted.

The tentative exploration of her fingers along his arms and back before they’d seek out the nape of his neck and stroke him tenderly.

Sage thought she was entering uncharted territory.

He was bordering on a full-blown panic because he was already in it.

If there was one thing he was very good at, it was fucking. He knew women’s bodies inside and out, from every angle and every position.

Every position except missionary.

There was an intimacy to it that had never appealed to him as he bounced from bed to bed, perfecting his skills like a fucking craftsman. In his mind, intimacy and sex were two separate paths, and he knew the one he was good at.

And now here he was, sprawled over the perfect body of a woman who was far too sweet, too good to be defiled by him.

Fucking was uncomplicated, uninvolved. It came with the promise of an end. Usually a good end, no matter how bad it was.

But this.

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