Page 25 of Protected By the SEAL
Oh, yeah. She sees exactly what I’m doing.
“Kane,” she whispers, voice gone wrecked. “I can see us.”
“Good,” I growl into her neck, curling my hand over her belly, lower, lower, until I’m cupping her between her thighs. “I want you to see what I see.”
Her thighs fall open for me without my even asking. She’s so trusting that it makes my throat tight.
I slide my cock along her slick seam, slow, teasing, with enough pressure to make both of us groan. She’s so wet I’m gliding against her, the head of my cock bumping her clit, then lower, then back up. She tries to push back onto me, chasing more, and I hold her hip still, breathing hard against her ear.
“You feel that?” I murmur. My voice is rough, strained. “That’s what you do to me. I get this hard for you. I can barely think when I’m near you.”
She’s panting now. “Kane. Please.”
“Yeah?” I line myself up with her entrance and press the head of my cock inside her slowly, barely there.
Her whole body jolts. “Oh, my God.”
My eyes slam shut for a second. She’s so tight and hot around me that I actually have to clench my teeth. “You feel so good, baby. You’re so tight I might embarrass myself.”
A broken laugh slips out of her. “You’re not going to—”
“Don’t test me,” I groan.
I push in deeper, inch by inch, and we both groan like we’ve been starving. Her back arches, her ass presses into me, and I sink into her until I’m buried to the base, my cock filling her completely. She clenches around me, and my vision whites out for a second.
“Jesus Christ, Morgana.”
Her hands scramble for something to hold, finally gripping my forearm where it’s wrapped under her chest. “Kane,” she gasps. “You’re so big. I can feel you so deep. I can feel you everywhere.”
That sound she makes when she says “everywhere”? I’m going to think about it until I’m eighty.
I rock into her slowly at first, letting her adjust. My hips move, controlled, steady. She’s panting now, little gasps spilling out of her every time I slide back in.
“Look,” I whisper in her ear. “Look at us.”
Her eyes lift to the mirror.
Yeah. That’s it.
She can see my chest against her back, my arm across her, my hand cupping her breast through the bra. She can see the way her mouth falls open with every thrust. She can see my cock sliding into her, thick and slow, her body taking me deep.
Her eyes go wide. “God.”
“See how good you look?” I grunt, thrusting a little harder and feeling her clench down so sweet and tight that I swear I’m going to lose it. “See how gorgeous you are?”
Her breath stutters. “I’ve never looked at myself like this.”
“Start.” My voice is almost a growl now. I’m losing control. “Start looking at yourself the way I do.”
I roll my hips and hit that spot inside her, and her whole body jerks like I plugged her into a socket. “Oh, Kane…”
“There it is,” I pant, doing it again, harder this time. “Right there? You like that, baby?”
“Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop!”
I don’t.
I keep my hand on her breast, thumb rolling over her nipple through the thin fabric, and my other hand slides down, working tight little circles over her clit while I fuck her from behind in slow, thick strokes.
