Page 83 of Prey for You

The sensation was so unexpected, I jolted, instinctively thrusting back into her—hard.

“God,yes.”She slapped that hand to my back and pulled me into her, again and again as I picked up the pace.

“Bridget,” I said through my teeth, grabbing her hip and holding her in place. “I’m—”

“Do it, Sam. Dome,”she gasped.

Unable to resist, I tipped forward, fisting the pillow next to her and bridging myself over her, dropping my head to suck her nipple into my mouth as I thrust again, and again.

“Oh, shit!” She writhed under me, her nails digging into my back hard enough I wondered if she’d draw blood, but she was clenching around me, arching into my mouth, her breath getting louder. So I sucked harder, and thrust faster.

But I couldn’t sustain the position, and my bodyachedfor release, so with a muttered curse, I came off her breast, grabbed her hair with my free hand and locked in.

Her eyes were hooded, her jaw slack. But she kept saying my name, and I held her there, held eye-contact, my wrist braced against the top of her shoulder to keep her in place as I groaned and began to pound.

First she stopped saying my name and only gasped with every thrust.

Then she started to mewl—tiny, high cries at every peak.

Then her eyes closed and her head tipped back, her lower back arched and she clenched on me.

The leash I’d kept on my control snapped.

Pushing back with a roar, I sank onto my heels, kneeling, grabbing her thighs on both sides, widening her knees and pulling her up to meet me with every thrust.

Bridget keened and cried, one hand flailing to brace on the headboard above her, the other gripping the quilt as she tried desperately to give me resistance.

But I didn’t need her to. I pounded so hard our skins slapped, widening her legs and watching myself take her, growling at her how beautiful she was, how desperately I needed her.

And how she belonged tome.

I was losing it, my body shuddering with the urge to come. She trembled too, her entire body shaking. She was almost there, so I took one hand, flattened it on her lower belly, and thrust into the pressure.

Bridget’s eyes flew wide and she came like a freight-train—a strangled cry cutting off as her body whipped into an arch like she’d been electrocuted. She hung, unmoving, as I pounded into my grip on her again and again and again—moaning my own release that hit so hard I couldn’t make words.

We both blissed out for seconds, bodies twitching, jerking, my thrusts growing erratic, and her body humming like she mainlined electric current.

Then she gave a cry and slumped, sweating and near tears, back against the bed, her ass on my thighs, and her body trembling.

A moment later, I collapsed over her, panting and lightheaded, sweaty and drained… andsofucking satisfied.

As we both caught our breaths, I braced my weight on my elbows so I wouldn’t crush her. But I had no energy, except to turn my face into her hair, nuzzle her jaw, and whisper, “I love you babe. Whatever you need. You tell me. I’m here.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me as tightly as I held her.

Neither of us moved for a long time.

26. Shattered

~ BRIDGET ~

There was about a minute when nothing else was in my head except the delicious feelings still coursing through my body—those little electric snaps that made my knees tremble and my core clench. I didn’t feel anything except love, and smug satisfaction, and more desire. I even wondered how long it would be before he could do it again.

But as the room remained silent to everything except our slowing breaths, slowly the fear and anger and tension crept back in. And I waspissedabout it.

I still held Sam tightly to me. He hadn’t moved except to run his lips back and forth on my jaw. His back was still moving pretty fast with his breathing. He clung to me, and I knew.

I knew he loved me. I even knew he meant well.

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