Page 92 of A Bond so Fierce and Fragile
Her heart began beating so hard he wondered if he would be able to see it if he looked up, and when her body began convulsing, he continued sucking, mercilessly driving his fingers into her, and when he curved them…
Her body moved like an arrow leaving the bow.
Quivering. Flying. Shooting through the air.
Slowing his movements, Merrick met her there, shifting his speed to gently move his fingers until she came down, and lapping at her pussy until she squirmed, too sensitive for his touch.
He removed his fingers as he rose, trying to ignore his throbbing cock as he took her in.
Her cheeks were flushed and golden eyes glazed.
A smile graced her beautiful lips.
She licked them as her eyes flew down to his pulsating length, and he couldn’t fucking take it when her eyes melted further—like fucking honey dripping into warm tea.
He had to claim her mouth.
The kiss wasn’t soft or gentle.
It didn’t speak of time or patience. It was urgent and rushed, and he hissed when she bit into his lip, drawing blood.
Her eyes widened, and he could tell she was about to pull back.
Fuck, he couldn’t have that.
“No,” he growled as he hoisted her legs up around his waist, setting her ass on the ledge before his cock drove into her all the way to the hilt, making her cry out again as he groaned in response to the wet heat.
“Don’t hold back on me,” he gritted through his teeth as his balls tightened, warning him he wouldn’t last long. “Please, never hold back. Not with me.”
“Fuck me, then,” she ordered, and it was his time to be surprised.
Lessia’s brows rose in challenge, but when she opened her mouth, probably to taunt him, he pulled out, then drove into her again so hard the tub shifted beneath them.
Her moan was muffled by his groan. His need for her was fucking all-consuming, and when she started moving against him, her warmth squeezing around him—everywhere—he didn’t hold back either.
His hips slammed against her ass as he angled her to get deeper, and Lessia let out a gasp as he thrust up into her, going deeper than ever before, filling her completely.
Merrick pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in, his movements ruthless as the heat within him continued to build. His hand dipped between them, and he cursed when Lessia whimpered his name as he started working her clit again, making his balls ache for release.
Fuck. This fucking female.
“I’m going to fill you soon,” he warned as his thrusts became relentless, the force of them making the tub squeak once more. “You’re so fucking wet and warm and perfect, and I fucking need you.”
He did need her. He didn’t say it, but she was the only thing he needed.
That’s why she needed to fight. For him.
Because unlike Lessia, Merrick was fucking selfish, and he couldn’t live without her.
“I need you too,” she whined as her scent became richer, telling him she was close again and causing his fucking mind to go.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” Merrick forced out, the love he had for her at times like this, when she did what he told her without asking, exploding within him.
His thrusts became brutal when her body fused against his and his fingers dug into her ass so hard it would mark her, but when he softened his grip she snarled—actually snarled—at him, so he firmed his grip, his hips working harder as she began shaking and his cock began throbbing.
What was another mark?
That was his last thought before Lessia called his name again, and hers tumbled from his lips as her pussy squeezed his cock, milked it until he spilled within her, curses flying from him as her legs locked around his back, holding him impossibly closer.
