Page 164 of Shadowed Hearts: Frost
"That's it," I encourage, my voice rough with my own approaching release. "Take what you need from me."
She does, grinding against me with increasing need, and when her orgasm crashes over her, the sight and sound of her coming apart above me awakens something raw in my chest. Her pussy squeezes around me, working my cock as she cries out my name.
It takes everything I have not to follow her over the edge.
But I'm not done with her yet.
While she's still shaking from her orgasm, I flip us over, reversing our positions so she's beneath me, dark hair spread across my white pillows like spilled ink.
"My turn," I growl against her ear, and the way her eyes widen tells me she's ready for whatever I have planned.
I pull out, then thrust back into her with enough force to make the headboard hit the wall. She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders, but wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.
This is what I know. Take control, drive us both to the edge and beyond.
My hips establish a hard rhythm that has her arching beneath me, her second orgasm building quickly.
"You belong to me now," I say against her throat, tasting salt on her skin. "Say it."
"Yours," she gasps, her body tightening around me. "Always yours."
The words shatter what's left of my control. My own release tears through me with raw force, every muscle in my body tight as I fill her with a growl that comes from deep in my chest.
"Fuck, I love claiming you."
For long moments after, we lie tangled together, our breathing returning to normal, her fingers tracing light patterns on my chest.
The constant mental noise that's lived in my head for fifteen years has gone quiet. Not the dangerous quiet of a sniper's perch, but the peaceful silence of being where I belong.
"So," she says, her voice holding that familiar hint of mischief. "Does this mean I can reorganize your sock drawer?"
I laugh. The sound surprising us both. "You can reorganize whatever you want."
She props herself up on her elbow, studying my face with those sharp eyes. "Even your gun cleaning kit?"
"Don't push it."
But she's grinning, and I know she will. She'll push every boundary, challenge every wall I've built, turn my ordered world upside down in the most beautiful ways possible.
And I can't wait.
forty-three
Vanessa
"Again."
Asher's voice cuts through my heavy breathing. I blow sweaty pink hair from my face and bounce on my toes. My heart pounds so hard I swear he can hear it echoing off the empty training room walls.
"You're thinking too much." He circles me like a predator. Those dark eyes miss nothing. "Your advantage isn't strength."
"Easy for you to say. Your brain works in straight lines." I wipe sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.
"Yours doesn't. Use that."
He moves fast. His hand clamps around my wrist with exact pressure. The grip is textbook, what we've practiced for an hour. I should twist my arm, create space, slip away.
But then my brain does three things at once.
