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her face. “I’m tired of waiting.”
“Apparently.” He smirked.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she ordered.
He obeyed without complaint. He would never tire of kissing her. Not if he lived to do it a million and one times. Celeste swung a leg over his hip and pivoted to straddle him. He groaned into her mouth as she ground her pussy against him. With a tilt of her hips, she enveloped him with the sweet warmth of her luscious body.
Flames traveled from their joined bodies and spread along his veins, licking at his fingers and toes like an out-of-control wildfire. Spontaneous combustion had to be the closest description of being with Celeste. She slid forward, and he swore he caught a glimpse of heaven. Balls deep inside her, anticipation built for the next downward stroke.
She didn’t disappoint. Lifting up, she changed the angle and covered him again. He closed his eyes and prayed for strength. It was too good. He would come if she didn’t…
“Stop.”
He opened his eyes and focused on her. “What?”
“Don’t close your eyes. I like to watch you.”
He liked to watch her also. Too damned much. Celeste tossed her hair over her shoulders and set back to work. The grunts she made were adorable. Every expression on her face made him want her more. So sexy it fucking hurt to look at her. The bed creaked with her next downward motion, and he hoped they didn’t break it.
He gripped her hips and tried to control her movements. She slapped at his hands and shook her head. “No. I’m in control this time.”
He could deal with that. He laced his hands behind his head and winked at her. If she was willing to give him a show, he was more than willing to watch. She arched an eyebrow at him and sank even deeper on his cock. Her breasts jiggled as she swiveled her hips on the downward motion and ripped a groan from his throat. A seductive smile crossed her lips.
Uh-oh. He’d given her too much freedom. The familiar look wasn’t to be trusted. Before he realized what she was about, she’d leaned backward and trailed her hand down her belly. He watched her fingers with bated breath. Please, oh God, please. She rewarded him by delving between her legs and circling her clit with her forefinger.
Shit, he was going to come. No way would he survive this oh-so-sweet torture. He moved his hands to his sides and clenched the covers between his fists. The material ripped, and he forced himself to loosen his grip.
“Ahhh,” he moaned.
Celeste echoed his moan and continued to play with her clit. She used her free hand to pluck his nipple. Shivers rocked him from head to toe. He planted his feet on the mattress and lifted his hips from the bed. Celeste squealed and reached out a steadying hand. He’d held back as long as possible. With a fierce growl, he flipped her onto her back and moved between her legs. He entered her in one quick thrust, delighting in her gasps of surprise and pleasure. He noticed she didn’t struggle against him assuming control. An odd reaction from her but a pleasing one nonetheless.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he whispered into her ear.
“Ditto,” she replied and nipped his lobe with her perfect teeth.
He pulled out and slid back home. Each thrust brought him closer to the edge. Celeste raked her nails down his back, and he hissed. His muscles burned with the need to shift, but he held it at bay. The line between beast and man blurred during moments of extreme pain, pleasure, grief, or anger.
Celeste’s breathy sighs teased his cheek. He turned his head to kiss her lips and swallowed the sounds she made. The need to come overrode his sanity. He jumped into the abyss where nothing ruled but his lust. He pounded into Celeste, careful to not hurt her, but not attempting to be as gentle as he would with a human lover. There was something to be said about fucking another shifter. He didn’t need to worry he’d cause irreparable harm.
“More,” Celeste demanded and gripped his
“Apparently.” He smirked.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she ordered.
He obeyed without complaint. He would never tire of kissing her. Not if he lived to do it a million and one times. Celeste swung a leg over his hip and pivoted to straddle him. He groaned into her mouth as she ground her pussy against him. With a tilt of her hips, she enveloped him with the sweet warmth of her luscious body.
Flames traveled from their joined bodies and spread along his veins, licking at his fingers and toes like an out-of-control wildfire. Spontaneous combustion had to be the closest description of being with Celeste. She slid forward, and he swore he caught a glimpse of heaven. Balls deep inside her, anticipation built for the next downward stroke.
She didn’t disappoint. Lifting up, she changed the angle and covered him again. He closed his eyes and prayed for strength. It was too good. He would come if she didn’t…
“Stop.”
He opened his eyes and focused on her. “What?”
“Don’t close your eyes. I like to watch you.”
He liked to watch her also. Too damned much. Celeste tossed her hair over her shoulders and set back to work. The grunts she made were adorable. Every expression on her face made him want her more. So sexy it fucking hurt to look at her. The bed creaked with her next downward motion, and he hoped they didn’t break it.
He gripped her hips and tried to control her movements. She slapped at his hands and shook her head. “No. I’m in control this time.”
He could deal with that. He laced his hands behind his head and winked at her. If she was willing to give him a show, he was more than willing to watch. She arched an eyebrow at him and sank even deeper on his cock. Her breasts jiggled as she swiveled her hips on the downward motion and ripped a groan from his throat. A seductive smile crossed her lips.
Uh-oh. He’d given her too much freedom. The familiar look wasn’t to be trusted. Before he realized what she was about, she’d leaned backward and trailed her hand down her belly. He watched her fingers with bated breath. Please, oh God, please. She rewarded him by delving between her legs and circling her clit with her forefinger.
Shit, he was going to come. No way would he survive this oh-so-sweet torture. He moved his hands to his sides and clenched the covers between his fists. The material ripped, and he forced himself to loosen his grip.
“Ahhh,” he moaned.
Celeste echoed his moan and continued to play with her clit. She used her free hand to pluck his nipple. Shivers rocked him from head to toe. He planted his feet on the mattress and lifted his hips from the bed. Celeste squealed and reached out a steadying hand. He’d held back as long as possible. With a fierce growl, he flipped her onto her back and moved between her legs. He entered her in one quick thrust, delighting in her gasps of surprise and pleasure. He noticed she didn’t struggle against him assuming control. An odd reaction from her but a pleasing one nonetheless.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he whispered into her ear.
“Ditto,” she replied and nipped his lobe with her perfect teeth.
He pulled out and slid back home. Each thrust brought him closer to the edge. Celeste raked her nails down his back, and he hissed. His muscles burned with the need to shift, but he held it at bay. The line between beast and man blurred during moments of extreme pain, pleasure, grief, or anger.
Celeste’s breathy sighs teased his cheek. He turned his head to kiss her lips and swallowed the sounds she made. The need to come overrode his sanity. He jumped into the abyss where nothing ruled but his lust. He pounded into Celeste, careful to not hurt her, but not attempting to be as gentle as he would with a human lover. There was something to be said about fucking another shifter. He didn’t need to worry he’d cause irreparable harm.
“More,” Celeste demanded and gripped his
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