Page 44 of In Her Own Rite

He pulls back and then thrusts into me again. I moan and he picks up the pace. I can feel the pressure building faintly somewhere in me, bringing me higher.

“I want to try something,” he says, reaching for a pillow from the head of the bed. “I want to put this under your hips, okay?”

I nod and he pulls out of me, and I find myself groaning in protest.

“Impatient,” he jokes, just like that night. His amber eyes are dark and sparkling, and God, I need him.

“Stop joking and fuck me, please,” I say, and he laughs.

He folds the pillow in half and slides it under me as I lift my hips, then comes to lean over me.

“If you don’t like it, tell me,” he murmurs into my ear, and then he enters me again.

Agaayu,it’s so good. The angle is different, and I feel him in me, filling me, reaching that place his fingers found earlier. The sound that comes out of me is primal, and the feeling building in me gets stronger as he thrusts into me again.

“Good?” he asks.

“So good,” I gasp.

“Touch yourself for me,” he says, his voice low. “I want to see the look on your face when you touch yourself.”

He lifts his upper body higher, and my hand reaches between us to find my clit. As my middle finger starts to circle it, I hear the sounds I’m making change, my tone getting higher. The pleasure rocks through me, and his pace changes in response.

“Kieran,” I gasp. “Oh my God.”

“Fuck. Em,” he groans. “You look so pretty like that. You look so pretty touching yourself for me.”

He brings his mouth to my neck again, kissing and biting gently at the skin as he thrusts into me, and I feel a flood of desire rush through my whole body, making me weak. Iwanthim to mark me—to claim me as his, so I always belong to him. At the thought of it, I feel my inner walls clench tighter around him, and he gasps.

“You feel so good,” he groans, his hips moving faster.

I’m bucking for him, gasping, when I hear a buzzing from the other side of the room.

“What’s that?” I ask, looking up, breathless.

“Who cares?” he asks, burying his face into my neck, kissing me.

“No, really.”

He lifts his head reluctantly, following my gaze. “Oh, my phone. Whatever.”

“What if it’s important?”

He pulls away, looking at me with humor in his eyes. “Em. There is literally not a single person in the world I would rather talk to than be doingthis.”

He thrusts into me again, rounding his hips, and my mind goes soft. As his pace grows faster, more insistent, the rest of the world falls away. He’s groaning, panting, losing himself in me. I feel my eyes grow glassy as I near my climax.

“What do you want?” he murmurs into my ear. “How do you want to come?”

“I wanna be on top.”

He nods, pulling my body towards him, then rolls onto his back. I gasp as the angle of him changes inside me. Straddling his hips now, I reposition myself, pushing the pillow out of the way, feeling him deeper than before.

“Kier,” I moan, putting my hands on his body to steady myself. I begin to rock my hips back and forth, finding a rhythm that feels good, riding him.

“Oh, God,” he says, his voice labored. “I don’t know how long I can have you do that.”

“Good,” I purr, going faster. His hand finds my clit and I gasp. My hips buck—wild, needy, chasing my pleasure and his.

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