Page 41 of Royal Shark
I kiss my way back up her body and grin. “You forgot to say my name.” I kiss her. “Say my name.”
“Adrian,” she whispers, her fingers sliding into my hair, her gaze focusing on me. “Amazing Adrian.”
“Ready for more?”
She nods. “I ache for you.”
I groan, get out of bed, and grab a condom from the nightstand. I always have some just in case. I roll it on and turn back to her.
She’s on all fours and looks at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me.”
My cock surges, and I don’t waste time, grabbing her by the hips and thrusting deep. She gasps, and I groan. I can’t go slow. It’s intense throbbing heat. Her body squeezes me rhythmically; she’s already going over again. I slip my fingers between her legs, and she drops her head, saying my name in a chant that fills my mind. I want to possess her. I want her to always say my name.
She stiffens and then she goes off, rocking under me. I let go, thrusting deep over and over. Sensation explodes through me in a fiery burst.
Jesus. It’s never been that intense before.
I run a hand up her spine and give the back of her neck a squeeze. She practically purrs, her cheek turning into the pillow, her lips curving up in a smile.
I pull out and lie down beside her, stroking her back.
She turns her head to face me. “Awesome.”
I can’t help my smile. It was awesome. “Next time I want to see your face.”
“I like it better with you behind me.”
“Why?”
“I guess because it’s just about sensation, not, you know, checking in with each other. Basic and primal.”
I kiss her. “Nothing wrong with primal, but I want to see your expression when you lose your mind.”
“Someone’s confident.”
I roll her to her side and pull her close, tucking my leg between hers and applying just enough pressure to get her attention.
She moans. “Wicked man.”
I stroke her soft blond hair back from her face. “Sara, this isn’t a onetime thing. You know that, right?”
“You want to talk about the relationship? Seriously?”
I nip her lip for mocking me, and she responds with a wild passionate kiss in return. Did not expect that, but I go with it. Impossible not to. She tries to climb on top of me, so I roll to my back and let her, spreading her legs over me.
“Look what you made me do,” she says with a bright smile. “I want you again.”
I hold her face in my hands, sensing she’s avoiding the intensity of what we have. “I’m not asking for promises, but this right here, you and me, is not your standard one-night thing. We have a history. You’re a part of me, just like I’m a part of you. It’s good, really good. I’m not letting you go so easily this time.”
She stares at me for a moment before her expression shutters closed. She’s got a killer shield around her heart. I’m not sure she lets anyone in ever, but she can trust me.
“Sara.”
She climbs off me and flops onto her back, nearly vibrating with tension. I pull the covers over us both, and then I wait. I sense she’s trying to decide if she’ll stay with me for whatever this thing is between us, or retreat to her defensive self. I’m starting to learn her ways.
Finally, she stares at the ceiling and says, “I don’t do long term, and I don’t do relationships. It’s nothing personal. I just…can’t.”
I prop up on one elbow to look into her eyes, where she’s lying on her back. “Are you telling me you’ve never had a relationship?”
