Page 50 of Assassin's Game
Confusion and desire warred in her gaze. My fingers met bare skin at her sides, and Mikaela’s eyes widened, her lips parting as if she struggled to get enough air.
When I ground my rigid erection against her lower belly, her hands fisted my shirt, and she raised herself on tiptoes. Needing me against a more sensitive spot, I knew. I flattened my palms against her skin and began a slow glide up to the firm breasts I needed to touch more than I needed my next breath.
“Eli…I can’t…” Mikaela swallowed hard, her gaze dropping from mine to focus on the floor.
No way in hell was I letting her return to reality. That would mean stopping, and I couldn’t, not now. Not without tasting her fully.
Abandoning her shirt despite the denial screaming through my veins, I scooped her ass into my hands and levered her up. My cock settled into the notch between her legs—
“Fuck yes,” I wheezed. It was like two pieces of a puzzle clicking into place. Like a key sliding into a lock. Her body and mine, made for each other. Mikaela’s eyes snapped to mine, and in their depths I saw that she felt it too, the rightness. The completion. Her legs spread around my hips, allowing me closer, and I groaned at the feel of her hot pussy against my tight cock.
I dipped my head to the slender line of her throat, gave the muscle there a nip. “We fit, Mikaela. God, how we fit.”
“I...” She shook her head, the heavy fall of her hair brushing my face. When I took her flesh in my mouth and sucked, her head fell back to the wall behind her. “Eli— Fuck.”
That word on her lips. A burst of precum seeped from my tip. I couldn’t hear it without imagining myself buried deep inside her. “Say that again.”
Mikaela gripped me with her knees and raised herself, rubbing the ridge of her pelvis up my cock. “This is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever done,” she said between gritted teeth.
I chuckled against the sensitive spot beneath her ear. Her shiver brushed hard nipples against me. “Or the smartest.” Knowing my pelvis and the wall kept her secured, I abandoned her firm ass to push back beneath her shirt, then bra. The feel of her bare breasts in my palms had me biting back curses of my own. “I want to see these, Beautiful. I want to suck them. I want to fuck them while I stare down into your eyes and watch you lick me.”
Mikaela slid her body down, the pleasure rolling my eyes back in my head. Up again. Back down. She leaned into me this time, her sharp teeth finding my nipple through my shirt and biting down as I squeezed her tight nubs beneath her clothes. That sharp spike of pain…
“I’ve lost my mind,” she groaned against my chest. Her rhythm didn’t change, didn’t slow. She might feel confused in her mind, but her body knew exactly where this was going and was having no problems chasing the finish. “What am I doing?”
Pulling away from the weight of her breast brought a curse to the surface, but it was worth it when I raised her chin and met the confusion in her eyes. “You’re taking what you need.” Dropping both hands to her ass, I upped her pace, pressing my rigid length against her soft core just the way I needed to send tingles shooting down to my sac. “There’s nothing wrong with taking, with needing.” God knew I needed this, and I’d be damned if I felt guilty about it. “Take it, Mikaela.” I thrust hard again. And again. “Take me.”
She shook her head, opened her mouth—and I kissed her, locking the denial away. If she’d pushed at me, tried to retreat, maybe I could have stopped. Or maybe I was fooling myself. Maybe I was a bastard for forcing myself on her, but I’d accept that if it meant I could feel her shudder against me, feel the gush of heat against my cock as she came from nothing more than my body grinding on hers and my tongue in her mouth.
I don’t know when she went still; I was too absorbed with spilling my semen into my fucking underwear. I only knew that when my eyes opened, I was staring straight into Mikaela’s—and hers looked like a deer fixed on a pair of headlights. My lungs worked like a bellows, loud in the silence of the room. I should move, back up, give her space. Apologize.
Fuck that. I wasn’t sorry for what was one of the most powerful sexual encounters of my life. I’d had fucks that blew the top off my head, and a few minutes dry humping Mikaela, kissing her, and squeezing her tits had blown all those encounters out of the water.
Apologize? No way in hell.
“Mikaela.”
The gravelly sound of her name seemed to jolt her back to awareness. She shoved at my shoulders. “Let me down.”
Immediately a denial jumped into my throat. I let my breath out nice and slow.She needs space. Just give her space.Lowering her carefully to the floor, I eased back to allow some air between us. “Mikaela…”
As soon as her feet touched the ground, she bolted.
“Mikaela.”
“Shut up!” Her back to me, she paced the length at the room, got to the window, and started to turn. Checked herself. Turned back to the window. Not wanting to face me, talk to me. Probably look at me.
Grimacing at the moisture chilling on my cock, I leaned back against the wall I’d fucked her on and settled my most unconcerned expression on my face. I needed her against me. I needed us on the pallet on the floor, sweaty and naked and getting ready to go all over again. Mikaela needed space.
Of course that didn’t hurt.
Liar.
Shut the fuck up.
Mikaela ran her hands through her hair, and my heart kicked at the shake I could see twelve feet away. Regret hit me as she gathered the thick fall of blue-black beauty and twisted it up, then patted her pockets until she found a tie to hold it up with. I should tell her about that love bite already flaring on her sensitive skin, right there where her neck and shoulder met. My cock might be unhappy in its present environment, but it still jerked at the sight of my mark on her, at the memory of her skin against my mouth. Her full-body orgasm.
I crossed my arms over my chest, gripping my biceps hard.
