Page 107 of Leashed

This was exactly what he’d laughed about in those books she read. The heroines who waxed poetic about making love to the hero.

If he didn’t swear so much, he’d be waxing poetic right along with them.

He switched up the angle of his hips a fraction and she gasped.

“Dammit, Sage,” he groaned into her ear, his libido ramping up even higher when she shivered beneath him. “Why would you let me desecrate you like this?”

She panted, her nails digging into his skin. “Desecrate. Faster,” she moaned, her back arching.

Yes. Ma’am.

Sliding his hands under her, he gripped her shoulders to ensure he wouldn’t pound her off the bed as the instinct to obey her kicked in. He could feel her tighten around him while she still fought to remain quiet, her hands grasping at his biceps as she writhed under him.

The need to see her come undone surpassed his building orgasm and he doubled down, releasing his hold on her shoulders long enough to shove his hair from his face so he would have an unimpeded view.

When her hips bucked and he dove deeper into her, she came with the cry he’d been desperate to hear.

A cry she cut short when she buried her blunt teeth into his shoulder.

His own orgasm tore out him without warning, the intense pleasure of her walls gripping him combining with the unexpected shot of pain to create a mind-blowing high he’d never reached with any drug known to man or god. He rode it until his arms gave out and he dropped to her side, rolling her on top of him to keep from crushing her.

Whether they lay there panting and gasping for a minute or thirty, he had no idea. His head was slow to come back online and he was reveling in the cocooning warmth of her body on his. It wasn’t until he felt he was being watched that he finally opened one eye, narrowing it at the woman who was gently brushing his damp hair from his face. “You bit me.”

She blushed, her body tightening as she dropped her head to his chest. “I’m sor—”

“It was really hot.”

He could feel the heat of her cheeks as they flared, but the release of tension he felt as she snuggled tighter into him told him he’d said the right thing.

And it was hot.

Hot enough that the thought of her doing it again had him priming for another round.

“Hey,” he murmured, skimming his fingers down her spine. “What were you selling on the phone when I got up?”

She looked up at him, her swollen lips and mane of sexed-up hair giving him ungentlemanly thoughts. “Tickets to an art show in Boise for the weekend. But I don’t think the woman was too serious about buying them.”

He shifted her a little closer to where he wanted her. “What time are we leaving then?”

Catching up to why he’d moved her, she glanced down, her eyes widening. “Uh, we aren’t.” She looked back up at him, but her breathing had grown a little deeper. “I have to spend the weekend apartment hunting.”

He nudged her legs apart with his knee. “What area do you want us to move to?”

When she literally got on board with his plan, she rolled her eyes before they fluttered closed. “You’re a funny guy.”

“I’m also dead serious,” he groaned as he pushed back into her heat. “You move in here. Clotho is back in Olympus, so we can do it anywhere without getting caught.”

She laughed and the vibrations shot straight through him. “Oh, really.”

“But you will, right? You can have all the closet space and half, no, two-thirds of the bathroom counter.” When she hesitated, he gently nudged her up so she was straddling him. “I killed a dragon for you, you know.”

Another eye roll. “You’re going to beat that horse to death, aren’t you?”

He gripped her hips and pumped into her with a deliciously slow rhythm. “Damn right I am,” he grunted. “Besides, your boxes are in Ryan’s closet, so you’re already technically moved in. I meant to drop them off, but got distracted by a score I had to settle.”

Her bottom lip started to tremble again and she leaned forward, her hands cupping his face. “I hate to break it to you,” she murmured, her voice wavering as she kissed along his jawline. “But that whole accidentally romantic thing you were so freaked out about? You’re the king, baby.”

His hips bucked involuntarily at the word baby coming from her lips. “I’m a goddamn Casanova,” he growled. “That’s a yes?”

“Yes, it’s a yes.”

Putting his arms behind his head to admire the view, he grinned up at her. “So what time are we leaving for Boise?”

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