Page 62 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

She was lifted to him, open, level with the thick length of his cock as the swollen head nudged against the folds of her intimate flesh.

Morganna was panting for air, desperate for oxygen as she felt the hard flesh begin to part her, pushing inside her. Clint's hands tightened on her hips as she watched him begin to slide inside her with slow, careful strokes. The hard wedge of flesh slid easily against her, stretched her until she burned.

"More." Her voice was strangled as her eyes rose to his. Please. Please, Clint, more. I need more."

"Are you begging, Morganna?" His eyes were narrowed n her.

"Yes. Yes. I'm begging. Please." She would do whatever he wanted. Just one hard thrust. That was all she needed.

"How bad do you need it, baby?" His hands slid to her thighs as he rocked against her, pressing farther into her, sending her senses spinning.

"Bad enough to beg, damn you," she cried out, desperate now.

"Bad enough to stand by my side at those fucking parties?" A short, hard thrust had her head spinning. She needed more. Just a little bit more.

"Yes! I'll stay with you. I'll fetch your damned drinks; I'll simper like melted butter. Just fuck me!"

One hard long thrust filled her to overflowing. She could feel every throbbing vein, every hard, thick inch, as she writhed beneath him, her body tightening, shuddering with the effort to come.

"I promise," she panted, fighting his hold on her hips. Please, Clint."

He came over her, hard, fierce, his hips moving hard and fast. She should have exploded. She could feel it, building, burning, the need to come raging through her as his cock stroked, plunged, working inside her with thick hot strokes. Uneven strokes. She could feel the sweat pouring from her body, the need racing across her nerve endings, tingling along her spine until she was screaming in need.

Only to have him stop. Her eyes snapped open as he pulled free before quickly turning her to her stomach.

"Clint," she cried out weakly as her hands clenched around the small chain, her hair tangling around her face. "Please. Please don't tease me like this. I promised. You heard me."

His hand landed on her ass, lightly. A soft little sting, controlled, heated. It wasn't a full slap, not even a smack. But it didn't stop. The hard pats delivered a soft burn, over and over again, until the fiery pleasure blooming in her rear spread to her clit. It pulsed, throbbed, pleaded, and demanded.

"Now, for this sweet little rear." His hand smoothed over the hot flesh. "Are you ready for me, baby?"

She was panting, gasping for air, and he expected her to talk?

"Answer me, Morganna, or I'll think you don't want me.'"

"Yes. Yes." The sound was harsh, hoarse.

"Good girl," he crooned, pulling his hands back.

A second later, he was working the cooling lubrication inside her. Morganna arched back to him as the single finger began to prepare her. It was easy, no burn, no bite. She had to grit her teeth to keep from begging for more.

Then there was more, another finger added to the first, scissoring inside her desperate channel as he worked more, then more of the lubrication inside her.

"So sweet and tight," he groaned as she felt him moving closer to her. "You're allowed to scream for me, Morganna," he whispered at her ear as his cock began to press inside the prepared entrance. "Just as loud as you need to."

Chapter 16

THE FEEL OF HIM TAKING her, possessing her in one of the most forbidden, intimate ways imaginable, sent Morganna's senses reeling. She had fantasized about it, :reamed about it. There wasn't a sex act she knew of that she hadn't imagined Clint participating in with her. But this one, it defied her perceptions of pleasure and pain. It wiped any preconceived notions of acceptance from her mind and re-placed them with this.

The feel of him stretching her, slowly easing into her an inch at a time, rasping over nerve endings she couldn't have known she possessed. Even after the experience with the sexual toy that first night, she couldn't have imagined this pleasure. This was blinding, furious arousal. Building. Over-taking her.

Eyes wide, her vision filled with the dark wood of the headboard and the slender chain that held her hands cuffed in place, Morganna fought to hold on to her sanity.

Heat built beneath her flesh, white-hot electrical fingers of sensations whipping from nerve ending to nerve ending as a low, keening moan left her lips.

"Stop fighting me, baby." His lips were at her ear, his voice a hard growl as one hand gripped her hip to hold her in place. "Push out; relax for me, Morganna. You can take me. Every inch, sweetheart." His breathing was as hard, as ragged as hers as he slipped inside more, stretching her until she was certain she couldn't take more, yet she did. Loving it, burning with it.

"Are you mine?"

---