Page 63 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

Her hips jerked at his question, at the black velvet hunger that it reflected. Only here, only within the hunger and arousal he couldn't deny, did she glimpse the needs that raged beneath the surface of his determination to remain alone.

"Are you ... mine?" She repeated his question back to him, barely able to speak, but unable to hold back her own needs, her own desires.

His hips jerked as his cock pulsed inside her, flaying her tender nerve endings with blinding pleasure as he sank farther inside her, driving in those last inches with

a desperate, involuntary thrust.

"Sweet God. Morganna. Sweetheart." His head lay beside hers, his big body shuddering above her as she writhed beneath him. "Don't fight...." His hands were clenching and unclenching at her shoulder and hip as his voice became a harsh, primal growl. "Ah, baby. Don't fight it...."

Morganna heard her own cries echoing around her as liquid heat raced up her spine, sizzling at the base of her skull before surging through her bloodstream. Pleasure tore through her body, sending her senses careening with ecstasy> as the blend of fiery heat and exquisite pleasure tore through her womb.

Her hips bucked, driving him deeper, causing a groan to tear from his throat as he began to move. Deep, hard strokes. He wasn't gentle, but she didn't want gentle. She didn't need gentle. Arousal was like a demon clawing at her, throwing her higher, further into the excessive sensations ripping around her. She needed more. She needed all of him.

Tilting her hips, she used her internal muscles to grip his thrusting shaft, to caress him, to hold him to her as he drove inside her.

"Oh yes. There. Sweet baby ..." His voice was a hard rasp at her ear as she tightened further around him, fighting for orgasm.

He held satisfaction just out of reach, pushing inside her over and over again, his moans, his pleasure echoing at her ear as the hunger spiraled out of control.

"Please. Clint... I need ..." She could feel perspiration building between them, sealing them together as he drove inside her.

"Are you mine? Answer me, Morganna...." His deep voice was desperate, agonized.

Her chest clenched with the pain in his voice, the hunger and need he only loosed when the limits of his own control had been breached. And his limits had been breached.

Morganna arched beneath him, lifting closer, tilting her hips, and pushing her buttocks closer to the stalk of heated flesh pushing into her.

"Answer me...." He was close; she could feel the hard, fierce throb of his flesh inside her, the hunger that beat beneath the silk-covered steel.

"Answer me now...." His hand moved from her hips, tunneling beneath her body, his fingers rasping over the swollen bud of her clitoris.

"You ... answer me...." She tossed her head, fighting to hold on to her last measure of common sense. She was so close to giving in to him, to giving him what he needed, forgetting what she needed.

His thrusts became harder, delving past delicate tissue, stretching it to reveal hidden nerve endings, stroking them, sending brilliant bursts of light to explode at the edge of her vision as her orgasm grew closer.

His fingers rubbed around her clit, stimulating the already violently sensitive bundle of nerves as he pushed her past the brink of hunger into desperation, greed. If she didn't come she was going to die. She was going to explode; she would never hold on to the last measure of her heart if he succeeded. "Be mine, Morganna," he groaned, his voice rough. "Sweet Morganna..."

She screamed as his fingers trapped her clit, milked the engorged flesh.

"Answer me!" he snarled, his hips moving faster, his breathing harsh. "Now. Tell me, Morganna. Sweet God, tell me...."

"Yes!" she screamed out her answer. "As much yours as you are mine."

His fingers firmed. His strokes gained in depth and in rhythm. Smooth, hard strokes as his hand moved farther between her thighs, two hard fingers fucking into her pussy as the pad of his palm rasped her clit and the thick, hard intrusion in her anus began to swell, to throb.

Release came as a cataclysm that tore through her senses. Aided by the deep, heated jets of his semen spurting into her and the rough growls of desperate male satisfaction against her ear.

Pleasure consumed her entire body, whipped through nerve endings and cells, threw her past sanity and reality, and flung her into a realm of ecstasy she couldn't have believed possible. One she knew she would never know again without Clint.

HE WAS REBORN IN HER. Clint fought to find his breath, to find control that had been lost the minute he sank inside the heated depths of Morganna. The ultimate intimacy, the ultimate trust. And he was lost in her.

She was lax beneath him as he slowly withdrew from her, collapsing beside her as he struggled to breathe. His lungs labored to adjust to the sensations racing through his body- fuck that, his soul. She was touching him. Each time he touched her, each time he took her, she came away with another part of his spirit.

"This is dangerous," he panted, facedown on the bed, boneless, so weak he couldn't lift his middle finger if they were attacked at that moment.

"No, it's not," she muttered. "I'm dead already."

A grunt of laughter pulsed from him, unbidden, involuntary. She could do that to him, make him laugh whether he wanted to or not.

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