Page 96 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

"Do you know the high a man gets when he takes his woman here?" His fingers slid inside her rear again, pumped with deep strokes as he spoke against her pussy.

Her head shook desperatel

y.

"It's better than drugs, Kira. Knowing she's with him this deep. That more than just her body is involved. Knowing you're giving me something you've never given anyone else. It goes beyond fucking, doesn't it, baby?"

"No . . ." The desperate moan was a cry, a denial bred from the knowledge that it was something more.

He kissed her pussy, a gentle suckling kiss at her clit as his fingers retreated and he moved over her, lifting her legs, holding them up with one hand at her ankles.

The tip of his cock pressed against the forbidden entrance of her ass. Kira forced her eyes open.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Somber, filled with pain, his gaze locked with hers. "Is that all you want, Kira?"

Her lips parted, the soul-deep knowledge that it stopped here washing over her. If she denied him this, she was denying more than the possibility that he loved her. She was denying the man he was, and everything she could possibly have later.

Would his love gain acceptance, understanding, of what she was there to do? Would he see that she had come not to betray him, but to protect him against a decision that she knew would eventually destroy him?

She licked her lips, feeling the sensitivity of them even as she felt her anal tissue parting for the tip of the crest pressing into it.

"Love me," she whispered, almost choking on the pain now. "Please, Ian, please love me."

Her back bowed, a soundless scream leaving her throat, as she felt the head of his cock lodge inside her ass. Her eyes flared open, locking with his, feeling herself reaching for him, her hands latching onto the thick muscles of his upper arms as she placed her legs on his shoulders and braced his weight on the bed.

"I love you, Kira." His voice was grating as he began to work his cock inside her. "I love you."

The intimacy of the act burned through her mind. With each measured thrust, each inch of possession, he claimed more than the untouched entrance he was taking, gave more than the pleasure that surrounded her.

She stared into his eyes and saw a man who loved, perhaps like her, for the first time. A man as wary, as uncertain, as she herself was, but one unwilling to take the chance that if he lost it all in a second, those feelings would be lost as well.

He wanted her acceptance of those feelings. He wanted her to accept his love, just as she gave hers. To see, to feel, to understand.

As he lodged to the hilt inside her rear, stretching her, the pleasure burning up her spine, she stopped fighting his love, as well as her own. She soaked it in instead, took it into her as she took the impalement that had always been taboo with any other man.

"Perfect." He grimaced as he held still inside her, each throb of his cock echoing through her nerve endings as she felt the waves of undiluted sensation beginning to gather inside her.

She was so aroused, so hot, that the juices falling from her pussy eased along the crease beyond her vagina and coated the area he was penetrating, further slickening it when added to the lubrication he had used.

When his hips began to move, thrusting inside her, it blinded her with the brilliant arcs of light that began to cascade around her.

Sweet Lord, it was so good. She had never known pleasure like this. Had never felt taken so thoroughly. With each plunge of his cock inside her ass, her cries grew more desperate, her need for release more imperative. It was building, stroking inside her, overwhelming her.

"Ian!" She screamed his name, or tried to, fought to.

"Soon," he rasped. "Soon, Kira."

"Now. Oh God, let me come now. Please God, Ian, I can't stand—"

Her pussy spasmed, clenching hungrily as her clit throbbed painfully. Just one stroke, that was all she needed.

Desperately she moved one of his powerful hands, pushing it between her thighs as he levered back on his knees, still buried inside her, still thrusting. As her fingers neared her clit, he beat her to it. His hand turned palm up, two fingers plunged inside her pussy, the edge of his palm rasped her clit.

His hips moved harder, faster. The strokes inside her ass burned with brilliant pleasure. Hard, desperate thrusts that powered inside her, fingers in her vagina, stretching her, his cock buried in her ass, burning her.

The release, when it came, destroyed her, remade her. She screamed his name, vowed her love, her voice torn and nearly as unrecognizable as his. His vows, his love, poured over her with the same fierce, heated power that his release poured into her.

Hard, heated jets of semen filled her ass. Her pussy clamped around his fingers, her clit exploded against the pad of his palm. She was coming, dying around him, crying out his name as her soul opened and accepted his.

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