Page 77 of Wicked Rogue

He reached a hand between us and pushed a finger inside, and that was enough to send me over the edge. I fell apart in an explosion of ecstasy that swept through my body and had me thrashing about on the couch beneath his mouth. Still, he never let up. He pinned me down, shoving me headfirst into a second climax that I was in no way ready for.

I cried out, my vision blurring around the edges as carnal heat rocked through me, wave after wave until I was a quivering mess.

God.

I had never imagined it could be this good again.

“Please, Aidan, I want you,” I gasped. I needed him inside me. I needed to feel that connection after all this time.

“You’ve got me, Cait,” he said as he got to his feet, toed out of his shoes and unbuttoned his slacks. “My God, you’ve got me. We will figure all this shit out, but I’m never letting you go again.”

“Please don’t,” I sobbed. I didn’t think I could take losing him again.

“On your knees,” he commanded as he reached into his pocket for his wallet and pulled out a condom. I didn’t question why he had it, I was just pleased he did.

I did as he said and crawled on all fours across the couch. He nestled behind me, stroking a hand down my bare back to gather my hair in his fist. “Watch, Cait.” He tilted my head to face the mirror, making me watch as he slipped inside me.

“Holy shit,” I hissed, arching my back. I’d expected my body to give some resistance. I’d expected some pain seeing as no one had touched me in ten years, but there was none. My body fit his like a glove.

“I’ve fucking missed this. I’ve missed you.” He leaned over me to press a kiss to the back of my neck and tugged on my hair, forcing me back against his cock. Pleasure shot through my body and I thought my knees would buckle, but his free hand wrapped around my chest, hauling me up so my back was pressed to his front.

“Tell me you want me, Clover,” he whispered in my ear.

“I want you, Aidan. I want you.” I barely recognized the sound of my own voice. My words came out all breathy and seductive, and I had no idea who I’d become in the last fifteen minutes.

He raised one hand to my breasts, slowly rolling a nipple through his fingers as the other let go of my hair and tracked down my body, circling my clit in time to the rhythm of his wild thrusts. It was an effort to stay upright as his body drove into mine and I was lost in the feeling of it.

I reached behind me, cupping the back of his neck, further pressing my breast into his palm and moaned.

“Look Cait,” he said, his breath coming harshly in my ear. I glanced over at the mirror, watching as his body possessed mine.

It was a primal, untamed sight.

His face was contorted beautifully with the uncontrollable need to fuck. To claim his mate, and fuck if that didn’t make me so hot for him, I could barely form a thought.

My hair was flying everywhere, my body flushed with pleasure. A sheen of sweat glossed his skin, catching his muscles in the low light…

Jesus.

It was artful.

The masters should have painted this…

I’d never get this image out of my head.

I grew hotter and hotter as my body coiled tightly, ready and waiting for that final push that would send me flying over the edge. I didn’t have to wait long. As he felt me tightening around him, he pinched my clit, hard, and I was lost.

I detonated with a high, keening cry, my muscles losing all ability to hold me up and I collapsed beneath him. He followed me, lying over my back as he chased his own orgasm, his breath rough and wild in my ear.

“Shit, Aidan,” I gasped as yet another climax crashed into me, demanding all of my energy. All of my strength. I gave into it easily, pleasure rolling through me again and again.

I had no idea such a thing was even possible. Not in the real world.

Surely this was what heaven felt like.

I felt him growing harder, and moments later, he found his own release and growled savagely in my ear as he did.

It seemed to go on forever until we both collapsed side by side, completely spent.

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