Page 5 of Prey for You

“Good morning,” I breathed.

Sam’s eyes hadn’t left mine. “Good morning,” he graveled back, then flashed me a wicked smile and rolled me onto my back, pinning me to the mattress as he plunged both hands into my hair and held my head while he plundered my mouth with a low, rolling growl in his chest.

I wasgiddywhen his rumble vibrated against my nipples.

Throwing my arms around him and clawing fingers down his spine, I sighed into that kiss and let my head sink back, taking the kiss deeper, sucking on his tongue.

He rewarded me with another rumble, but then jerked his head up far enough to meet my eyes. I still had my nails in his back, clawed like talons. His hands were fisted in my hair.

“This is real, right?” he graveled.

“Yes,” I laughed and dug my nails deeper into his muscles. “Very, very real.” Pulling both knees up so I could hook my heels over his legs, I rolled my hips to bring us together and bit my lip when his thick length slid against me so perfectly my body twitched.

His eyes flashed and his grin pulled higher on one side. He dove back into the kiss, but kept his weight on me, pinning me to the soft mattress. On my back. Where I couldn’t fight well.

And I didn’t care.

His chest was cool to the touch where he’d been out of the blankets, but warming rapidly where we pressed together. His breath grew heavy, and the sound of his rising need fed mine.

Elbows bent to bracket my ribs, forearms under my shoulders and hands fisted in my hair, Sam took his time, his fingers tightening, pulling my head back so he could kiss his way down, slowly, tasting the skin on my jaw and my throat, nipping at the hollow at the base of my neck, his shoulders rising to accommodate as he curled himself almost in half to get low enough. But still he didn’t let me go. Every inch of my skin tingled, like feathers teasing up and down my spine, feeding out to my limbs, turning even the slightest movement into a wave of pleasure that pebbled my skin and raised the small hairs.

We both writhed, bodies seeking, hips rolling—but for the first time, there was no rush of desperation. No reason for haste. No threat of interruption or crisis that had to be met.

I wallowed in him. And he devoured my skin like a sweet treat until his kisses had me trembling.

“Sam,” I gasped as he pulled my head back even harder, sliding himself down far enough to open his mouth over one nipple, his tongue laving and flicking before he sucked it deep into his mouth, then slid off to repeat with the other one. I pulled one arm around, grabbing for his shoulder and gripping him with my nails again to stop him moving lower.

“I want you uphere,”I gasped, my voice slightly strangled because he had my head levered back. “I want you inside me.”

A low chuckle rolled in his throat. “The assholes were right: Marry a girl and she gets sodemanding.”

I snorted, but then sucked in hard because he’d bitten down my nipple at the same time he rolled his hips and dragged himself against mehard.My whole body flooded with sensation—skin goosebumped, pleasure jangling through me, lightening bolts from one source to the other.

Then Sam let go of my hair and slid lower on my body, gripping my ribs in his big hands so his thumbs curled in under my breasts and his fingers dug into my back.

He made me feel sosmall.There was a flicker in the back of my mind—the same part of me that had been worried when I thought about beingsafe—but it silenced as Sam’s teeth grazed that flat space at the center of my chest.

I lifted my head. If he was going down on me, I wanted to watch. I was already reaching for his hair when, without taking his mouth off of my belly, his eyes snapped up to lock with mine. I caught the smile a second before he planted his knees on the bed and pushed up to kneel.

“Sam, what—”

Then he flipped me. My whole body. A grip, and a jerk, and suddenly I was on my belly, legs and arms flailing. And Sam… Sam was on my back, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks, then down.

His weight pressed me into the bed, cramming my face into the pillow.

There was one jolt of fear when I tried to take a breath and instead sucked cotton into my mouth. But then Sam grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and to the side so I could breathe. His other hand slid up from my waist, underneath me, until he cupped my breast and squeezed, rolling my nipple between two fingers, that low, delicious rumble vibrating against my back and sending a spear of want through me to the hot, swollen places that were alive for him.

“Oh, God,”I gasped.

“I thank Him for thinking this up, too,” Sam chuckled, but the words were ragged, dragged from his throat. I didn’t have time to respond before he buried his face in the hollow where my shoulder met my neck, released my hair and breast, then grabbed my hips on both sides, and while using his weight to keep my shoulders pinned down on the bed, he pulled his knees up and out to widen my thighs, and lifted my hips into his lap.

Rubbing himself back and forth against me, his breathing grew harsh as he positioned himself. Then he kissed my shoulder before clamping a hand to the back of my neck, bracing himself on it and entered me from behind in a single, sharp thrust that tore a strangled cry from my throat, and a shuddering groan from his.

I was helpless, back arched, hips high over his thighs, spread wide, my feet shaking and unable to find purchase as he kept me pinned to the mattress and took me.

“So fucking wet for me,” he rasped as he pulled all the way out then, curling his fingers into the back of my neck, arched his back, and began to pound.

I was trembling, the pleasure of him filling me wringing such joy from my body, I could only make noises to urge him on.

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