Page 103 of Midnight Conquest

“God, aye! I do. Just don’t stop!” she begged, her hips bucking to draw him deeper.

“Tell me ye want more,” he growled, tightening his hold.

“Saints, I’ll say anything you want, just…don’t stop,” she panted, her hips moving in frantic rhythm. “More. Please!”

Broderick grunted, his hunger unleashed. His thumb circled her clit as he worked his finger inside her tight back entrance, her breath coming in ragged, needy gasps. She writhed beneath him, panting and moaning as he slipped his thumb into her slick folds, teasing her relentlessly.

Her climax shattered through her, a cry ripping from her lips as she clutched the bedspread, her body convulsing around his hand, her cries echoing off the stone walls.

Before her breath could steady, Broderick rose from the bed, shoving his breeches down in one fluid motion. His cock sprangfree, heavy and rigid with desire. He reached behind his shoulders and yanked his shirt over his head, discarding it to the floor. Fisting his length, he gripped tight, holding back the surge of need that thundered through him. Growling, he knelt between her legs, his knees spreading to bring himself lower, widening her thighs.

A bead of moisture crowned the head of his cock, and with slow, deliberate purpose, he dragged the tip along her slick folds, parting her swollen lips.

Davina groaned, a husky sound that tightened his gut, and she tried to push herself onto him, but he withdrew with a devious grin, shaking his head.

Grasping her thighs, he held her open, positioning her perfectly. With a teasing thrust, he stroked the underside of his shaft against her drenched folds, letting the sensitive head graze her clit before dragging back again. Her juices coated him, slick and hot.

He dropped his head back with a groan, reveling in the decadent feel of her wet heat as he rocked his hips, teasing them both to the brink.

She clutched his forearms, leveraging herself to meet his teasing strokes until he unraveled, the temptation too much to deny. Broderick angled his hips and drove into her with a swift, claiming thrust. They groaned in unison, a raw sound of need and fulfillment, and Broderick covered her body with his own, driving into her tight channel with relentless, hungry strokes.

Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling the leather tie free and tugging with a desperation that matched his own. Her mental barriers still stood—he pressed failingly against them—but her body belonged to him, responding with an ache she could no longer deny. He burned to break those final walls, to claim notonly her body but her heart and soul. For now, her surrender of flesh would suffice.

Broderick grabbed her ass, his movements slow, dragging his cock out until just the tip kissed her entrance. Then he drove back inside, coaxing a whimper from her lips. He set a languid pace, drag and thrust, drag and thrust, each stroke stoking the fire beneath his skin until restraint began to fray. He angled her hips, thrusting deeper, harder, until the slap of his balls against her ass punctuated each plunge. He wanted to know every inch of her, every tremble and gasp, every subtle plea for more. She was his to map, to master—and the way her body yielded, even as her mind warred with itself, filled his veins with molten need.

Her nails raked his shoulders, swift little bites of pleasure-pain, as she clawed for something solid amidst the storm of sensation. Her movements grew frantic, hips rising to meet him, thighs clutching him closer, her desire a wild pulse beneath her defiance.

It made him ravenous for her.

“Look at me,” he growled, his voice roughened by lust and command.

Her eyes fluttered open, and for a fleeting breath, vulnerability glimmered in their depths—an unguarded, naked yearning. Gone in an instant, swallowed by the familiar fire of her stubborn pride, but he had seen it. And it fanned the inferno raging inside him.

“Let go,” he rasped, tightening his grip on her thighs as he slowed his rhythm to a torturous pace. “Let me give ye this, Davina.”

She didn’t speak, but her body betrayed her desire to surrender. Each gasp, each shiver, every helpless moan that escaped her lips urged him on, her voice breaking as it wrappedaround his name like a plea.

His mouth brushed her kiss-swollen lips. A rough, satisfied rumble vibrated in his chest. “Stop fightin’, it Blossom,” he coaxed, his voice thick with need, then drove into her with a savage thrust.

Her frustrated groan sent a dark thrill through him, and he continued his slow torment, taking her to the brink again and again but she never let herself fall. He wanted her to break, to shatter completely beneath him, to give him everything—her body, her soul, her surrender. But she clung to her defenses, her walls still fiercely intact even as her body pleaded for release.

“Say it,” he growled with raw desire. “Say ye want me.”

Her lips parted, but no sound escaped. Her eyes locked with his, wide and glimmering in the firelight, and for a fleeting instant, he saw those walls tremble. Cracks formed, but she gathered herself, chin tilting with stubborn defiance.

“I don’t need to say it,” she whispered, her breath uneven. “You already know.”

His grin unfurled slowly. “Aye, Blossom,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress, rough silk sliding over her skin. “I do.”

Broderick drove into her, increasing his pace, each thrust more demanding, more punishing, hitting her deep at just the right angle. Her inner muscles gripped him tight, and his control, already threadbare, began to unravel. She was everything he’d imagined—nay, more. She was fire and silk, fury and surrender, and he was drowning in her.

“God, Davina,” he groaned, her name torn from his throat like a desperate prayer. His mouth found her neck, teeth grazing her pulse as he lost himself completely in her heat. He didn’t know if he was claiming her or if she was the one unmaking him, but it didn’t matter. Nothing else existed beyond this moment.

Her cries climbed higher, rising like a tempest as her body tightened around him, quaking beneath his relentless rhythm. Her nails raked furrows down his back, drawing blood, marking him as hers. And then she shattered, her release bursting free with a cry of his name, raw and breathless, a sound that drove him over the edge.

His balls drew tight, pleasure coiling at the base of his spine before it exploded in a blinding rush. He drove deep inside her, his body tensing with the force of it, a groan tearing from his lips as he emptied himself into her heat. He didn’t stop until his legs ceased their trembling.

Spent and breathless, he collapsed over her, their bodies still locked together, slick with sweat, their ragged breathing filling the quiet chamber. The fire crackled softly nearby, casting flickering shadows over their tangled limbs.

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