Page 128 of Protecting What's Mine
He didn’t say another word. His jaw clenched, making the cords in his neck stand out as he eased into her inch by perfect inch. Those blue eyes bore into her like he wanted to see inside her, reveal all of her secrets.
“Mackenzie.” He drew out her name as he sheathed himself in her.
She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe as he invaded her, stretching her to make room. There was a sliver of pain wrapped around the edges of a pleasure so intense she wasn’t sure she’d survive it. Then he was filling her completely and going still as she adjusted.
Full. So beautifully full. He was deep and bare, and she reveled in the feel of being possessed. She was nothing but sensation. The rough bite of brick at her back. The hot, hard muscle to her front. And that magnificent cock connecting them both in the most intimate way possible.
She didn’t feel empty and sad now. She glowed from the inside out.
He ducked his head and closed his mouth over her other breast, sucking and licking until she writhed against him, desperate for more friction, more motion. She cried out when he gave a shallow thrust with his hips.
“I’ve dreamed of this, baby,” he whispered between masterful laps of his tongue.
“Of what?”
“Being buried inside you, bare. Feeling you come on my dick, those hard, hungry squeezes. That hot flood when I make you let go. Of filling you up when I come inside you. Making you mine.”
He was so fucking primal, and so was their need for each other. Biology. Love and lust tangled up together in unconquerable knots.
Gripping her hips, he withdrew slowly and then thrust back into her. Hard. She dug her nails into his shoulders.
“More.”
“You like how I fuck you, Dreamy?” His breath was hot on her face and hair as he pulled almost all the way out again. She hated how her body felt without him inside her. Empty. But then he was driving back into her, and everything was right again. Maybe that was the secret rhythm of life. The empty existed to appreciate the full.
“God, yes,” she moaned.
His fingers gripped the curves of her hips possessively. Thrusting faster now into her. Mack bucked her hips and squeezed him with her thighs. Sweat slicked their skin. She bit him on the jaw. The neck. The flesh of his shoulder.
He was pounding into her now. A wild rhythm that she couldn’t keep up with. She could only take. Dizzy with want and need, she clung to him.
He growled and groaned dirty sweet nothings against her skin. Telling her a thousand ways how much he loved her body. How good it felt to be inside her. How right they were for each other. Her orgasm was on a hair trigger, but she wanted to go over the edge with him. Wanted to come as he did.
Her muscles trembled, thighs locked around his hips, inner walls around his cock as he slammed into her over and over again. Her breasts bounced between them with every powerful thrust.
“I feel how close you are, Mackenzie,” he whispered in her ear. Grunting every time his cock seated fully in her. “I feel you gripping my dick. I’m gonna make you come, and I’ll feel like a goddamn hero when you do.”
“I want you to come with me. In me.”
His heavy-lidded eyes widened. In wonder, in surprise? She wasn’t sure.
“I don’t deserve you,” he gritted out.
“Yes. You do. Now take what’s yours.” This time she kissed him. Her teeth latching on to his bottom lip. Their bodies were out of control, racing toward something so powerful, so primal it was encoded in their DNA. He held her tighter while she carved scratches into his back, arching against him until the head of his cock was hitting her in some magical place.
“That’s right, baby,” he said. “That’s what I want.”
Her muscles fluttered around his shaft as he burrowed into her again. She could feel him, going impossibly harder, thicker inside her, as he chased his own release.
“You’re going to make me come, Mackenzie.”
She let out a gasp as the flutters changed speed, as she plunged headlong into an abyss of pleasure. Her body contracted and released as the first wave curled her toes and closed her walls around his thick shaft.
His grunt was guttural, wrenching, as he drove into her, pinning her to the wall and holding there. She felt it, that hot flood deep in her core as her muscles clamped down again. He moved, matching her waves and his so every time her walls trembled, he was fully sheathed in her.
They stared into each other’s eyes, not wanting to miss a second of the rawness. He was fucking beautiful when he came. Strong. Powerful. Vulnerable. Here. Now.
Right now, there was no past to overcome. No ghosts to chase. Right now, there was only their twin heartbeats and the pleasure they gave and took.
