Page 89 of The Iron Dagger
She complied with a coy little smile, and he nearly fainted with lust. He placed his hands on her knees and held them open, unable to tear his eyes from her slippery wet cunt.
No more games. The primal beast was clawing at his insides. He needed to fuck her immediately.
With a firm hand, he gripped around the delicate column of her neck, lunging forward as he pinned her to the bed.
“Would a good man do this?” he rasped as he filled her with one hard plunge.
The sound she let out as he slid inside made him ache with desire. Her cunny was hot satin, and he could not remember feeling anything so sweet. The way her body gave way to him, taking him to the base, felt as though he were coming home.
Keeping a firm hold around her throat, he began an unforgiving rhythm, and her cries became hoarse and strained as she clung to his forearm.
“Please, please,” she gasped.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, loosening his grip from around her throat.
“No, I’m close, I’m so close,” she keened, scrabbling to grip his arm again. He clasped around her neck once more, and her whole body strained and trembled as her release squeezedaround him, wrapping his shaft in a luscious vise with every wave of pleasure.
It was all he could do to hold himself together, and when she had finished, he landed soft kisses on the tender skin of her neck. He was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of her coming on his cock.
“That was—oh, Gideon,” she moaned, her body languid with release. He was still achingly stiff inside of her, and he slowed his hips as she caught her breath. He had been thinking about her riding him since she told him of her naughty thoughts.
“I know you have another one in you,” he whispered against her damp skin. “Use me.”
Hara rolled over and pushed him onto his back. He gave her a lazy smile at her eagerness, but instead of climbing on top of him, she worked her way down his stomach, her damp hair trailing after her mouth. When she reached his thick erection, she brushed her lips over the velvety skin and gently sucked on the tip.
Gideon let out a strangled sound. As good as it felt to fuck her, he was still not accustomed to a mouth on his cock. When he had told her a few days ago that it was the first time he had ever been sucked, he had felt rather self-conscious. But Hara seemed to have taken that as a challenge to make up for lost time. She took him deeper into her mouth, wrapping her hand around his base. Her mouth watered around him, and she devoured him messily.
He had begun to pant and grip the sheets, and then he stopped her. “You’re going to overset me too soon.”
She removed her mouth and gave him a sultry little smile. “You just came a few hours ago. Surely you can last as long as I need you to.”
There was a dominant edge to her voice that made Gideon swallow. He would stay hard for her as long as sheneeded it. Her eyes smoldered with desire as she climbed atop him, positioning her hips and finally sliding down onto his cock. Gods, theheatof her. She was wrapped so tightly around him that he wanted to grab her hips and never let her off.
She leaned forward and rested her hands on his chest, finding the sweet place inside of her that made her sigh. He watched, spellbound, as she began to grind her hips into him slowly.
A few moments prior, he would have said that the most beautiful thing he had ever seen was her cunny after he’d fucked her to orgasm. But now that image was relegated to a close second place. Hara riding him was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, and he cast the vision of her tumbling hair and supple waist between his hands as a brand upon his memory.
Soon Hara found a rhythm that she liked, and she moved her hips more urgently against him, letting out little cries as the neediness inside of her was stroked. Her breasts trembled and bounced before him until he could not resist sitting up and taking one in his mouth.
As he felt her tightening around him and her cries grew raw, Gideon grasped her wrists and flipped her underneath him, pinning her hands on either side of her head. He leaned close and kissed her as he sank into her once more. Her sensitive flesh still trembled around him and he slowed, lengthening each drawback and burying himself deeply as he stroked through her peak. Savoring.
“Gideon,” she panted.
“Angharad,” he ground out, and then words failed him. He reveled in the softness of her thighs against his hips, her sweet cries, and her scent on every inch of his skin.
How many months had he yearned for her? He often wondered what she was thinking behind those tranquil eyes and that low voice, unsure if she shared any of the desire thatconsumed him like a sickness. Now she was straining under him, gripping his hair and making streaks down his back, sharing in the same madness. She came so readily with him, and he loved it.
He wanted more than anything to come inside of her, to make some small part of her his, but he did not know if she still took precautions. After all, they had not planned for this to happen.
“Can I come?” he gritted out against her neck. “Inside you?”
In answer, she gripped his rear in her hands and nodded urgently. “Yes, Gideon. It’s safe.”
That was all he needed to unravel. Soon he was overwhelmed with great, wracking shudders as he climaxed, coming so hard and deep that it was almost painful.
It felt as though his very soul was being wrung out as the waves trembled down his spine, unrelenting and paralyzing. His whole life, in all his dalliances, it had never been this way. Whatever precipice he had been holding himself back from was now far above him, for he had toppled off of it and there was no going back. This woman, whether she knew it or not, possessed his very soul, mind, and body.
He remained still for a few moments, and then he lifted his head, gazing down at her while he remained inside.
