Page 46 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

"It won't fit." She couldn't breathe. The heavy, short thrusts that forced the thick erection inside her had searing waves of pleasure tearing through her vagina.

Pleasure. The pleasure was like a demon, devouring her mind, mixing with the pain, spiking both higher until she was certain she couldn't bear more.

And yet he gave her more. Threw her higher as her vagina tightened convulsively around his invading shaft.

"It will fit. Look at me, Morganna. Damn you, look at me."

His voice was darker, more commanding, than she had ever known it to be. She forced her eyes to his, staring up at him in dazed rapture as she felt him pushing inside her.

His expression was savage. Dark blue eyes glittered with lust and hunger; his features were taut, the flesh stretched tight over his cheekbones as a breathless scream left her lips and he forged into her to the hilt.

She felt tender tissue and muscle part for him, stretching to accommodate him, revealing nerve endings and pleasure her vibrator had never come close to matching. The ball ring slid over her flesh, caressing the internal muscles with a wicked little rasp. He felt huge inside her; the deep throb of heavy veins along his erection pulsed, adding to the heavy throb of the vibrating toy in her rear.

"Fuck yes!" The cords stood out on his neck as his head arched back, his gaze never leaving hers. "You're so damned tight, I'm dying.... God yes, baby, milk my cock. Just like that."

Her vagina was spasming with the effort to accommodate him as the heavy vibration in her rear sent sharp talons of electrical impulses to attack her clit, her womb.

"I can't bear it." She couldn't breathe for the sensations. Every muscle, every cell, in her body was stretched tight, reaching, tortured with a need she couldn't make sense of.

"It's okay, baby." Sweat stood out on his lean face, his shoulders, as he shook his head, his erection still throbbing inside her. "It's okay. We're almost there. Almost there." And he began moving.

One hand held her wrists in place as the other lowered to lift her leg, pulling it to his hips as he drew back, then forged back, hard, fast.

"Clint..." Her eyes dazed, her breath strangling in her throat as she began to fight the rising, white-hot impulses of feeling exploding through her. Was it pleasure? Was it pain?

"God yes, baby. Let me have you. All of you. All of you, Morganna." He groaned as he came over her, his hips pumping as sweat coated their flesh, the heat buildin

g, rising to the point that she was fighting it, fighting him, fighting the screeching, clawing animal of lust tearing at her womb, tightening it with a ferocity that terrified her.

She could feel every thick vein of his erection in her overstretched vagina, the slick drag of the golden ring with its center ball, the press of the flared head as it pulled back, raking the violently sensitive spot just beneath her clit.

"Sweet darlin'." His accent deepened. "Take me, baby. There you go. I feel you, darlin', tighten around me. Just like that. Just like that, sweetheart."

Everything inside her was tightening, burning, building.

"There you go, baby." His voice thickened further as his thrusts became faster, stronger. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you...Let me feel you...."

Liquid flames tore into the center of her body. Morganna tried to scream, to cry out, but no sound would emerge. The conflagration grew, intensified, until his head lowered, his teeth gripping the sensitive cord in her neck as his lips covered it, drew on her, and sent her exploding.

Her teeth locked in his shoulder, and she was certain she tasted blood as she felt the world dissolve around her.

Chapter 12

How LONG HAD IT BEEN since he'd cried?

He needed to cry now, to ease the emotion tightening his chest.

As Clint eased the plug from Morganna's rear, he could feel the emotion ripping through him, tearing at his soul. She was damned near unconscious, a breathy little moan her only sign of awareness as the sensual toy slipped free of the tight grip her body had on it.

His hand smoothed over the side of her thigh as she lay curled on her side, her hair tangled around her shoulders, back, and face, sweat dampened and gleaming like wet silk. Unblemished. Unmarred. There wasn't a scar on her fragile body, but he could see the bruises rising beneath the creamy flesh.

He had bruised her. And her neck ... He lifted his gaze to where he had marked her. God, what had he done to her? He raked his hand across his face as he jerked from the bed, pacing to the bathroom, where he ruthlessly washed the plug and stored it in the protective covering he had bought for it.

He braced his hands on the sink when he finished, breathing in deep, hard, before he forced himself to stare back at his reflection.

He was surprised by the mark on his shoulder. Her sharp little teeth had pierced the tough skin in two places, leaving a small smear of blood across the primal mark. He lifted his hand, touching the sensitive spot as a bitter smile touched his lips.

It didn't make up for what he had done to her.

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