Page 55 of Hard Rock Temptation
I gasped at the sensation of his teeth sinking into my flesh, enjoying it more than I thought I would have. The pain in my ear throbbed in time with the aching in my core.
I whined and rubbed my thighs together to alleviate that ache, trapping Micah’s wrist as he continued to tease me.
“So eager,” he said with wicked amusement.
He sunk two fingers into me in one smooth motion and I bucked my hips in surprise, and in pleasure. The drag of those calloused fingers against sensitive nerve endings had me seeing sparks. He pulled out, then pushed in again, harder this time, and I gasped out loud. He did it again, and again, making me gasp and groan and writhe on the bed.
Micah—! Ahhh, Micah!” It was only when I was reduced to a single word that he finally removed his fingers and positioned himself to enter me. He grabbed one thigh and lifted it up around his hip.
“Kaylee,” Micah demanded. “Look at me.”
I realized I had squeezed my eyes closed in anticipation. I peeled them open and found myself lost in the intensity of his gaze. It burned into me, as if he were burrowing deep and latching himself onto my heart, onto my soul.
“I love you,” he said roughly.
Then he finally,finally, pushed inside, stealing all the air from my lungs with the force of his thrust. Even though my mouth had fallen open, I couldn’t make a single sound. I was awash in a full-body buzz of pleasure, his thick length spreading me open until he was buried to the hilt.
Micah growled and leaned down to bite my shoulder, hitching my leg up higher and thrusting even deeper. His grip on my thigh was strong enough to bruise, but I didn’t care. I threw my head back as his actions became even more forceful, even more exacting.
If Micah had been worried about going too hard, he had nothing to worry about. Every powerful snap of his hips, every thrust, sent me reeling with a delightful thrill.
With no warning, he pulled out and flipped me over in a flurry of sheets and pillows. I flailed and squeaked, taken by surprise and trying not to kick him in the face with a stray foot. He used one hand to urge my ass up and the other to press into the curve of my spine between my shoulder blades.
“I want to fuck you like this,” he leaned down to hiss into my ear.
My insides turned to liquid at the hunger in Micah’s voice. It was as if he were a starving man and I was a tasty meal he was dying to consume. As if I were a sumptuous dessert he couldn’t wait to gobble up in one bite.
“Y-yes,” I gasped. “I want you to fuck me, just like this.”
When he resumed, it was at a breakneck pace. His hard length filled me up completely as he slammed into me, again and again, making my toes curl and flex. The smacking sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, joining the noise as I cried out. His fingers dug into my hip, no doubt leaving red marks that I was more than happy to wear.
Damp red curls fell over my face as I pressed my cheek into the mattress, trying to take in a lungful of air in between each unyielding thrust and my subsequent cries. Gentle fingers brushed the strands away and tucked them behind my ear.
“Kay,” Micah breathed. “Does this feel good?”
The only verbal response I could make was a whimper, but I nodded vigorously.
“Do you feel ravaged?” he asked with dark amusement.
I whined and nodded again
“Have you been fucked into exhaustion?” he continued wickedly.
I let out a small moan, fingers clutching the sheets above my head, and nodded.
“Come for me, Kay,” Micah commanded, sneaking a hand between my thighs and playing with me again.
I shuddered and cried out one last time, loud and long, as stars exploded across my vision and pleasure filled every nerve ending. Micah gave one last thrust and let out his own cry, his body trembling against mine.
Eventually, he slipped out of me and I collapsed onto my side, just as spent as him. Micah crawled up the bed and splayed himself over me, pressing his front to my back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and yanked me close.
“Holy shit,” I finally said, in between gasps for air. “You have my permission to ravage me any time you want.”
“It wasn’t too much?” Micah asked quietly, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“It was perfect,” I told him. “From the way you were acting before, I thought you might want to smack my ass, or pull my hair, or make me get down on my knees, all sorts of things.”
“I was tempted,” Micah admitted. “But I didn’t want to be too rough with you. Not without asking you first.”
