Page 99 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

His fingers tightened in her hair, tilted her head back just a bit, aligning the head of his cock with the soft inner depths of her throat.

"Breathe through your nose, relax. It's good, Kira. So good."

He watched her nostrils flare as his eyes narrowed and he began to move again. His hips shifted, nearly pulling his cock free of her mouth before he moved inside again, going deeper, just a little deeper, feeling her tighten on him.

"Relax." Ah God, he was desperate, burning for that final depth where he would feel the exquisite clenching at the back of her mouth, feel her tongue rippling along the undershaft.

He pulled back and filled her mouth again, touching that final portal for the briefest instance before retreating. It was so fucking hot, blistering, destroying him.

"A little more," he panted. "Just a little more."

Ah hell. He was dying, burning alive. His balls were drawn so tight against the base of his cock that they felt constricted to the point of pain. The need to come was like a burning lance shooting straight up his spine and sizzling through his brain.

Her long black hair flowed down her back, her exotic face was filled with hunger, and she sucked his cock like a woman starving for the taste of her man.

Ian clenched his jaw tight with the effort to hold back, pushed through her lips again, and swore he was going to die before he managed to come.

It was perfect. It was a haven in the middle of a storm, the center of the hurricane, the depths of a volcano. It was white-hot heat and a pleasure he knew he couldn't live without now.

He felt the back of her mouth relax, though it rippled against the head of his cock. The muscles of her throat spasmed, tightened, and before he realized he'd lost it, his semen was jetting from the tip of his dick and filling her mouth.

Her throttled cry was another ripple along his cock, her stroking hands, her rapturous mouth. His head fell back on his shoulders as a harsh, guttural shout filled the steamy shower and he pumped his release down her throat.

Damn her. She was still there, the muscles at the back of her mouth spasming and rippling, extending his pleasure until he forced himself to jerk from between her lips. If he didn't, he wouldn't stop thrusting. As good as the release was, as exquisite, as fucking hot, he needed more now.

Ian pulled her to her feet, clamped his hands beneath her ass, and lifted.

"Wrap around me," he snarled.

Her legs went around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, and his cock nudged into the fierce, honey-slick folds between her thighs.

He didn't ease into her, he couldn't. Bunching his thighs, he held her in place and with a harsh cry pushed into the swollen, slick portal of her clenching pussy.

"Son of a bitch." He locked his teeth together as she cried out against his shoulder, her teeth sinking into his flesh.

He was buried in fire. Lightning clashed and burned through his nervous system as sweet, wicked spasms of hunger rippled over his erection.

He was buried to the hilt, balls deep in rapture and sinking fast.

He pushed her against the shower wall, tightened his grip on the cheeks of her ass, and pulled back before impaling her against it with a deep, desperate lunge. He was groaning, whispering her name, his face buried in her neck as her cries echoed in his ears. And he couldn't stop.

Fucking her was imperative, stripping away reality and filling it with the pleasure, the erotic sense of belonging that only came from possessing her. That need filled every particle of his being.

She was a part of him. He filled her body and she filled his soul, and God help him but the thought of losing her was destroying him.

"Hold me," he whispered, knowing he had whispered those words before, knowing he had needed her like this all his life.

"Always." Her voice shattered his control. "Always."

He plunged inside her, thrusting hard and deep, feeling her explode around him as his semen jetted inside her, filling her, marking her, a part of him held forever inside her.

Even as the last shudders of release rippled down his spine, he couldn't let her go. The water streamed over them now, washing along their bodies, steamy, relaxing, but the thought of easing his flesh from hers had h

im clenching in denial. He wanted to hold her like this forever. Right here. Hold the world at bay and deny the knowledge that anything existed outside the two of them.

"Water's gonna get cold." That Southern drawl was lazy, relaxed, filled with satiation.

Ian grunted in response, his face still buried at her neck, his tongue stroking across her flesh occasionally just to feel the little ripples of response beneath her skin.

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