Page 53 of Prey for You

Soon I was holding her ribs and urging her to arch back so her breasts were served to me like a feast. And I discovered how hungry I was.

Rubbing myself against her, nipping, teasing, sucking at her breasts, she was a feast to my senses and I couldn’t get enough.

Bridget kept making hot little sounds—whimpers, gasps. Leaning backwards, her spine in a stunning curve, she held onto my hair, my shoulders, my arms. She trembled when I slid against her clit, and stopped breathing when I bit down on her nipple.

When I entered her, she gasped like it was a shock, but her eyes were open and her lips tipped up in a smile. Her nails scraped on my scalp sending delicious prickles of pleasure down my spine. I straightened a little to move with her, and she let her head fall back, and I wasundone.

The sight of her arched back, eyes closed, abandoned, her arms slack and her body mine to do with as I pleased… God, I almost came.

Then a rush of images in my mind—her being taken away from me that night in the clearing byfucking Jeremy.Her empty seat in that conference room. Her eyes averting from the phone and her mind wandering away fromme…

Gritting my teeth, I shook off the dark thoughts and made myself focus on her here and now.

Her skin—too pale because she didn’t get enough sun—her midnight black hair gleaming in the kitchen light. The pink places on her skin where I’d grabbed, and sucked, and grazed my teeth.

My beckoning orgasm surged, and I cursed, forcing my body under control. It was so fuckinghardwhen she was so fuckinghotand—

Then she pulsed, and it was a race to keep myself in check until she came with me.

“Sam…don’t stop,”she pleaded, her hands lifting to my arms, clawing into my biceps to ground her as she sought traction to meet me, thrust for thrust.

“I’ll never stop,” I growled, taking a firmer grip on her ribs, pulling her onto me, my body shuddering, jerking with need.

I was close. Too close.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

“Come for me, babe,” I croaked. Then reached up with one, desperate hand to fist in her hair at the nape of her neck.“Come for me.”

There was nothing more fucking satisfying than feeling her tighten around me at the sound of my voice. I growled with delight, and she did it again, her neck beginning to loll over my fist, her eyes rolling back.

That’s it, beautiful… that’s it…

She was keening now, those high, small cries that called to me as the rest of her body loosened and poured her towards the end.

But her grip tightened, the sear of her nails biting into my skin helped me take a step back from that impending crash.

She stopped breathing, and time slowed.

There was no more beautiful sight in this world than my wife arched over my hands, trembling as she climaxed.

The smooth creaminess of her skin turning pink and flushed. Her lashes fluttering. The sounds that broke from her—then no sound at all when she was slammed into bliss. Her body bowed and taut, except her breasts, bouncing with my increasingly frantic thrusts. Her fingers clawed into my arms, until she sucked at the air and her eyes flew open as her voice echoed around the hollow kitchencrying my name.

She twitched and jerked, but didn’t pull away, her body spasming in my grip as she clenched around me like she’d take all of me into her if she could.

And that was the last straw.

Roaring her name, I grabbed her with both hands at her ribs, pounding into her so hard I half-lifted her off the cool granite and our flesh slapped.

Again. Again. Again.

Then, smiling, she lifted her head and her glazed eyes locked on mine and I felt that look inside me.

“Bridget—!”

I yanked her almost upright, so we were nose to nose. Guttural need torn from my throat in animalistic sounds that should have frightened her, but made her smile.

She lifted both hands to my hair, gripping it as tightly as I gripped hers, her eyes shining as she held me, grounded me, while I plummeted off that cliff.

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