Page 66 of Hooked on a Witch
“Shannon,” he rasped against her.
“What?” she mumbled incoherently, barely able to formulate the word when her world was coming apart.
“Tell me you feel it.”
“Feel what?”
“This…between us.”
She could only nod. How could he be so obviously in control when she was shivering at the edge and straining to go over?
“This can be more. Do you trust me?”
She nodded again, unsure if he was talking about the moment or longer term. Her brain couldn’t function beyond the excruciating rhythm he’d created.
He left her. She moaned denial as he rotated to put her head on the sofa’s edge, draped one leg over the back of the sofa and the other on the floor. Open wide. The cool air hit her heated skin but didn’t freeze the need for more from him, which burned her from the inside out. God, she was so vulnerable in this position. All worries vanished under the gaze of his unguarded desire. No man had ever looked at her like this. Like his life started and ended here.
He grinned and put on a condom he took out of his wallet. “I gotcha, darlin’. I’m far from done.”
He lifted her pelvis, shoving a pillow beneath her, and entered her deep, hitting a spot that sent her mind flying.
“Shh,” he crooned. “You will hold on. Feel it. Feel us.”
The relentless need for release throbbed within her, but somehow her body waited. Even though she fought to reach the endpoint herself, pressing against him each time he went deep, she couldn’t get there as if waiting. For what? His command? His permission? It drew her higher and higher until her mind spun from desperation.
“Now tell me you feel it.” His strained plea gave way to a cry and shudder that shook his entire body.
“I feel it. Just…oh God, please,” she pleaded.
“This is us.”
Pleasure mixed with the unbearable need to reach that denied pinnacle. Her fingernails dug into his lower back as she gripped clumsily and arched under him. “Merck!”
He claimed her mouth right before she could start begging. The pain and pleasure...
“Let go.” He continued to thrust relentlessly, drawing both of them into a screaming, clenching release.
Shannon rode it, clinging to him until her trembling subsided. She wrapped her arms around his body and hid her face in his sweaty neck. A lot of his weight rested on her, but she didn’t care.
“I’m going to crush you,” he murmured.
“No.” Her arms tightened. “I like this.”
He chuckled against her ear and rolled to the side, still holding her.
