Page 18 of Protected By the Convicts
“Let this happen between us.”
“I. . . I don’t know.”
He slowed his movements. “I won’t force you. Tell me if you want me to stop, but don’t play games with me. I’ve had enough lies and subterfuge. I need something real and good in my life. Please, Princess, be that one good thing in my life that I can count on.”
She was slick as hell, and holding himself there without thrusting into her was damn hard, but he had to. He wouldn’t take her again unless he was sure she wanted it. As he should have been sure the last time.
She said, looking toward the bedroom door. “Sersie. . .”
Ren nudged her face to look at him. “You and me, Princess. Here. Now. Sersie will be fine.”
“How do you know?” she squeaked out the question. He could hear it in her voice, her worry for Sersie.
Ren dragged his tongue over one nipple, causing it to harden into a delicious peak. He sucked on her as her hands threaded through his hair. “I know because he has you to come back to,” he said as he switched to the other nipple.
“Promise?” she asked, her voice shaking.
He stopped licking her long enough to meet her eyes. “I’ve never lied to you. I’ve sworn, threatened, accused you of awful things, but I’ve never lied to you.”
Her hips rose in answer, seeking his cock. He answered in kind, sinking into her sweet heat as if she were made for him. He was starting to think she was.
Ren had only been with one woman before being lowered to a 4 and shipped off to Narkos. She’d been wild, showing him all she knew, introducing him to the use of restraints and ways to bend a person to her will. She’d taught him how to be creative. She’d even brought another man into the relationship to teach Ren how to control, how to take his pleasure while ensuring her own. His time with her had been fun, but it had been missing something too. A connection. A connection he’d always wanted with another.
As he found a rhythm thrusting into Hannah, feeling her breasts press against his chest, he understood the truth of what he’d said about Sersie. The botanist would never get addicted again, not as long as he had Hannah. She was better than any drug. Hannah was an addition, and to think Ren would have left her behind. He was indeed a fool.
Ren rose up on his arms to gain more purchase. His thrusts grew frenzied as the anger returned. The anger at Dresden, Vaughn, and himself. And then he looked down at Hannah, who was sliding up the bed bit by bit from the force of his thrusts. She’d closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes, Princess,” he ordered. “I want to see you as I make you moan.”
Brilliant dark green eyes opened, even as a sly smile filled her face. “But you haven’t made me moan.”
“A challenge? Oh, we’re going to have fun, Princess. I have a whole workshop full of tools and the skill to make just about anything.”
She licked her lips. He wasn’t even sure she realized it. His Hannah had a kinky side.
Ren pulled himself into a kneeling position, pulled her ass onto his thighs, and placed her legs against his chest, lifting her lower half off the bed. As he resumed thrusting into her, she moaned, deep and sultry. The view was fabulous, watching her tits bounce all over the place with each thrust.
“That’s so good,” Hannah said as her eyes closed again. He watched her hands go to her breasts, playing with her nipples. He’d be there, sucking her if he could, but he was so close, and from her expression, so was she.
God, he wanted to taste her right now.
He pulled out of her and plunged his face against her folds.
“What are you. . . Ren. . . Oh!”
As he licked her, she squirmed against his face for a few seconds, until he found that jewel of hers and sucked it hard. She pressed her pussy against him, grinding, seeking her pleasure. Ren released the pearl, and flattened his tongue against her, languidly drawing from the bottom to her top, then down again, over and through each fold as he learned her curves.
Her fingers dug into his scalp, bringing on a biting pain that made him work harder to elicit those moans. As her thighs clenched, locking his head to her, she screamed his name so fucking loud he wished he could have seen her face. Nothing would take his tongue from her channel as her walls clamped hold of him much her legs had done. When her legs finally relaxed, he climbed over her body, eager to capture her in another kiss, except she shook her head, even as she struggled to catch her breath.
“I’ll be gentle if you prefer,” he said.
Then she licked her lips. “My turn.” She licked her lips again, opening her mouth slowly and leaving it there.
“Fucking, hell,” he said as he placed his knees to the other side of her head and slid into her mouth. Warmth surrounded him as her hot little mouth tightened around his cock and started sliding on and off of him. The need to shoot into her came surprisingly fast, but he controlled himself. Until she took him so deep her face pressed into his belly. His cock struck the back of her throat, once, twice. . . He was gone, spurting into her. With the last few pulses, his entire being calmed, but it was the way she rolled her tongue around him, licking him clean as he pulled out that convinced him.
“You’re wrong, Hannah,” he said as he collapsed next to her on the bed, trying to catch his breath and memorize how glorious this moment felt.
Her full attention was on him, not any of the others, or where they were as she ran her fingers over his pecs. Loving Hannah was the best thing he’d ever done in his life.
“About what?” she asked as Ren pulled her on top of him.
He cupped her face, loving the flush of red in her cheeks and how her eyes focused solely on him. Nothing else existed for her at that moment, except for him. “I don’t love that ship more than everything else in my life. Not even close.”
