Page 146 of Silver Elite

I enjoy the choked, distressed noise he makes when I release him, but it’s only so I can peel my dress off and undo my bra. Cross devours my naked body with his hot gaze, one hand coming out to toy with my breast, tease the nipple. His other hand shoves his trousers off.

I grip him again, anticipation building in my core, swelling, rising. His gaze lowers to the apex of my thighs, to the place that’s aching for him. His eyelids grow heavy. Tongue comes out to lick his lower lip. Then, with a hint of a smile, he moves my hand away and takes over, guiding his cock between my legs and pushing the broad head inside.

We both groan at that first contact. He watches me adjust to him, his lips hovering over mine, and just when I part my lips to inhale, he’s kissing me again. Hot and reckless, while his hips drive forward. While he fills me, again and again. Deep. Hard.

I wrap my legs around his waist and hang on for the ride. He feels so good, but it’s still not close enough. I needmore.Always more. I shove at the maps littering the tabletop and fall back on my elbows, pulling him down with me.

Laughing his approval, he covers me with his body, his full weight crushing me to the table. He fucks me harder, hips flexing, face buried in my neck. He’s making sounds that heat my blood and make me tremble. Low, husky moans in my ear. A hiss of breath. A strangled grunt when I scratch my fingernails down his muscular back.

“Yes,” he groans.

I suddenly remember him taunting me all those weeks ago.

I like it rough.

So I drag my nails over him again and enjoy the way he shudders.

My excitement falters when he runs his palm over the thick, raised scars crisscrossing my thigh. With a pang of self-consciousness, I move his hand to my other thigh. Smooth and unblemished.

“This one feels nicer,” I say lightly.

“Every part of you feels nice, Dove,” he whispers in my ear.

His lips capture mine again as he slows the pace. Pinpricks of pleasure move like static electricity through my body. For one reckless moment, I’m tempted to open a path and check if his shield is lowered, to find a crack in it and slide in, find out if he’s telling the truth, if this feels as good to him as it does to me. But I banish the impulse. Even if his mind was open for the reading, I don’t think I want to know. I just want tofeel.

“I’m close,” I tell him, rising up to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah?” His lips find my neck again. “Let me get you there.”

Those clever fingers move between our bodies to find the tight bud that’s pulsing in time to my heartbeat. He rubs circles over it, while his body continues to move, his cock easing out and then driving deep. The tingling starts in my core, taunting me, gathering into a knot and then twisting tighter and tighter until the tension becomes unbearable.

The moment Cross’s tongue fills my mouth, the moment I hear him moan, the knot detonates into an explosion of pleasure. I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut as the climax rips through me. I’m vaguely aware of his fingers digging into my hip, his low groan as he finds his own release.

We’re both breathing hard. His body collapses onto mine as we lie naked in the middle of the table, coming down from the high.

A high that evaporates so fast it gives me whiplash.

What have I done?

He’s the General’s son.

The shame that floods my body is so unexpected, I almost start to cry. There’s reckless. And then there’s this.

I’m not worried about pregnancy. All female citizens of fertile age get their yearly injections, a mandate the General implemented abouta decade ago. We need to report to the Company when we’re interested in starting a family. I’m worried about my judgment. My morality. My fucking soul.

What the hell.

Have I done.

I suddenly feel sick. And then I feel even worse when he withdraws and another rush of pleasure ripples through my body. I feel empty without him. I feel the need rising again.

“Wren.”

He so rarely says my name that it startles me to hear it.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice is husky, his expression concerned.

“No. I’m good.”

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