Predatory Game
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“This is supposed to happen after the wedding,” she pointed out as he pushed his h*ps closer, nudging her lips with the broad flared head of his heavy erection.
“You’re my wife,” he said. “In every sense of the word, you’re my wife.”
She let him wait a heartbeat before she licked the small pearly drop from the head. His h*ps jerked and he caught her hair in his hands like reins. She laughed as he pushed into her mouth eagerly. The sound traveled up his shaft like a vibration and she felt him shudder, saw him throw back his head and close his eyes.
She took him deep, her tongue teasing along the underside of the broad head, finding the most sensitive spot, while her hand circled the base, fingers caressing. She loved him with her mouth, suckling hard and flattening her tongue only to shift back to a slower pace. She matched her rhythm with his, the heartbeat, the quickening breath so she could follow more easily what pleased him best. Everything seemed to please him. His h*ps began an urgent thrusting, and she felt him thicken more, harden into silken steel.
It was Jess who pulled away, his breath coming in harsh gasps. “Not so fast, woman of mine. You’re going to kill me.”
“You deserve to be killed for leaving me.”
He caught her easily and flipped her over onto her stomach, yanking her back so that her h*ps hung over the bed. One arm banded around her waist while his other hand immediately went between her legs, finding the moisture that told him she was more than ready for him. He pushed his finger into her and her muscles clamped down greedily.
“You’re so damned hot, Saber.” He pressed one hand to the nape of her neck, holding her against the bed while he continued to probe with his other hand, plunging his fingers deep and then withdrawing until she was moaning and pushing back against his hand.
Jess immediately removed the temptation of his fingers and replaced it with his heavy erection. She tried to lunge back, to impale herself on him, but he made her wait, holding her helpless while he pushed inside of that fiery, tight channel, inch by slow inch. She was almost too tight, her silken sheath gripping him until he wanted to roar with pleasure. He withdrew and entered again with that same excruciatingly slow push, absorbing the way her body tightened around his, clamping down with heat and fire, living silk moving and contracting around him.
Her breath exploded in a little sob and she tried again to push back harder, to force the pace she wanted. His fingers tightened on the nape of her neck. “Not yet, baby, take it slow and easy.”
He didn’t want slow and easy any more than she did, but he wanted her desperate for him. He wanted her to crave him the same way he did her, to feel that hunger clawing and ripping at her until she would do anything to have him give her release. He rubbed the soft, firm skin of her bu**ocks, massaging as he slowly withdrew and then watching as he disappeared into that secret feminine channel.
When she thrashed again, he plunged hard and fast. She sobbed, her muscles clenching around his, her h*ps rocking as he drove in harder, holding her pinned to the bed, driving so deep her bottom nestled against his stomach. His c**k throbbed almost painfully, swelling more, stretching her feminine sheath.
Saber couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything at all but lay there facedown, keening, as he pistoned harder and harder into her. The hot friction sent sensations rocketing to every part of her body until it seemed that every part of her ached for release. It was all the more erotic hanging over the bed, unable to move while he took his pleasure and gave it back tenfold. Each hard thrust of his c**k sliding through her velvet folds felt like flames dragging over her.
He began to pump hard and fast so that she couldn’t possibly control the pleasure bursting through her body, the tightening of every muscle, the building and building until the mind-numbing explosion sent quakes and shudders through her body. Her muscles convulsed around the heavy shaft, squeezing harshly, until, with a hoarse cry, he cl**axed with her.
Jess lay over the top of her, his breath coming in gasps, his heart pounding. He slipped his hands beneath her body and cupped her br**sts, kissing the nape of her neck while they lay locked together. He could feel her body rippling around his c**k and he responded with small jerks of gratified bliss. She’d drained him, left him sated and happy, but somewhere deep inside, that dark craving was already beginning all over again, his mind alive with his fantasies and all the things he could do to pleasure her.
“I love you, baby.” He stood with reluctance, not wanting to separate them, but knowing he was heavy. He let his c**k slide from the heat of her body.
“You’re going to be in such trouble when Patsy finds out you’re here,” Saber whispered, turning to him, circling his neck with her slender arms.
“Yeah well, I’d brave just about anything to be with you.” He lifted her, kissing her, wanting her to feel how she shook him up inside. “Are you good with this? With living here? With being a part of all this?”
“And if I wasn’t?”
“You’re my world, Saber. If you aren’t happy, then I’m not happy.” He kissed her again and set her on the bed, coming down to her, his smile cocky. “Then I keep working at convincing you until you know this is where you belong.”
Jess bent his head to nuzzle her belly. Someday his child would grow there. Their child. He would carve out a life for them any way he could, and God help anyone who tried to take it away, because he wouldn’t have mercy if they came at his family again.
“I know where I belong,” she said, her fingers twisting in his hair. “I know exactly where I belong.”
Jess Calhoun was her man, her other half, and wherever he was, that was her home. Whoever he was with, that was her family. And if anyone tried to take it all away from her-well, there was a whole side of her that she was suppressing, but it was there, waiting and ready to protect her own.
Saber Wynter, soon to be Saber Calhoun, had finally stopped running-both from Whitney and from herself. At long last she knew who she was and where she belonged. She’d made a home for herself here, a life, with Jesse. So, maybe it wasn’t the normal life she’d always dreamed of-and maybe it never would be.
But then again, who needed normal?
This was so much better.
“You’re my wife,” he said. “In every sense of the word, you’re my wife.”
She let him wait a heartbeat before she licked the small pearly drop from the head. His h*ps jerked and he caught her hair in his hands like reins. She laughed as he pushed into her mouth eagerly. The sound traveled up his shaft like a vibration and she felt him shudder, saw him throw back his head and close his eyes.
She took him deep, her tongue teasing along the underside of the broad head, finding the most sensitive spot, while her hand circled the base, fingers caressing. She loved him with her mouth, suckling hard and flattening her tongue only to shift back to a slower pace. She matched her rhythm with his, the heartbeat, the quickening breath so she could follow more easily what pleased him best. Everything seemed to please him. His h*ps began an urgent thrusting, and she felt him thicken more, harden into silken steel.
It was Jess who pulled away, his breath coming in harsh gasps. “Not so fast, woman of mine. You’re going to kill me.”
“You deserve to be killed for leaving me.”
He caught her easily and flipped her over onto her stomach, yanking her back so that her h*ps hung over the bed. One arm banded around her waist while his other hand immediately went between her legs, finding the moisture that told him she was more than ready for him. He pushed his finger into her and her muscles clamped down greedily.
“You’re so damned hot, Saber.” He pressed one hand to the nape of her neck, holding her against the bed while he continued to probe with his other hand, plunging his fingers deep and then withdrawing until she was moaning and pushing back against his hand.
Jess immediately removed the temptation of his fingers and replaced it with his heavy erection. She tried to lunge back, to impale herself on him, but he made her wait, holding her helpless while he pushed inside of that fiery, tight channel, inch by slow inch. She was almost too tight, her silken sheath gripping him until he wanted to roar with pleasure. He withdrew and entered again with that same excruciatingly slow push, absorbing the way her body tightened around his, clamping down with heat and fire, living silk moving and contracting around him.
Her breath exploded in a little sob and she tried again to push back harder, to force the pace she wanted. His fingers tightened on the nape of her neck. “Not yet, baby, take it slow and easy.”
He didn’t want slow and easy any more than she did, but he wanted her desperate for him. He wanted her to crave him the same way he did her, to feel that hunger clawing and ripping at her until she would do anything to have him give her release. He rubbed the soft, firm skin of her bu**ocks, massaging as he slowly withdrew and then watching as he disappeared into that secret feminine channel.
When she thrashed again, he plunged hard and fast. She sobbed, her muscles clenching around his, her h*ps rocking as he drove in harder, holding her pinned to the bed, driving so deep her bottom nestled against his stomach. His c**k throbbed almost painfully, swelling more, stretching her feminine sheath.
Saber couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything at all but lay there facedown, keening, as he pistoned harder and harder into her. The hot friction sent sensations rocketing to every part of her body until it seemed that every part of her ached for release. It was all the more erotic hanging over the bed, unable to move while he took his pleasure and gave it back tenfold. Each hard thrust of his c**k sliding through her velvet folds felt like flames dragging over her.
He began to pump hard and fast so that she couldn’t possibly control the pleasure bursting through her body, the tightening of every muscle, the building and building until the mind-numbing explosion sent quakes and shudders through her body. Her muscles convulsed around the heavy shaft, squeezing harshly, until, with a hoarse cry, he cl**axed with her.
Jess lay over the top of her, his breath coming in gasps, his heart pounding. He slipped his hands beneath her body and cupped her br**sts, kissing the nape of her neck while they lay locked together. He could feel her body rippling around his c**k and he responded with small jerks of gratified bliss. She’d drained him, left him sated and happy, but somewhere deep inside, that dark craving was already beginning all over again, his mind alive with his fantasies and all the things he could do to pleasure her.
“I love you, baby.” He stood with reluctance, not wanting to separate them, but knowing he was heavy. He let his c**k slide from the heat of her body.
“You’re going to be in such trouble when Patsy finds out you’re here,” Saber whispered, turning to him, circling his neck with her slender arms.
“Yeah well, I’d brave just about anything to be with you.” He lifted her, kissing her, wanting her to feel how she shook him up inside. “Are you good with this? With living here? With being a part of all this?”
“And if I wasn’t?”
“You’re my world, Saber. If you aren’t happy, then I’m not happy.” He kissed her again and set her on the bed, coming down to her, his smile cocky. “Then I keep working at convincing you until you know this is where you belong.”
Jess bent his head to nuzzle her belly. Someday his child would grow there. Their child. He would carve out a life for them any way he could, and God help anyone who tried to take it away, because he wouldn’t have mercy if they came at his family again.
“I know where I belong,” she said, her fingers twisting in his hair. “I know exactly where I belong.”
Jess Calhoun was her man, her other half, and wherever he was, that was her home. Whoever he was with, that was her family. And if anyone tried to take it all away from her-well, there was a whole side of her that she was suppressing, but it was there, waiting and ready to protect her own.
Saber Wynter, soon to be Saber Calhoun, had finally stopped running-both from Whitney and from herself. At long last she knew who she was and where she belonged. She’d made a home for herself here, a life, with Jesse. So, maybe it wasn’t the normal life she’d always dreamed of-and maybe it never would be.
But then again, who needed normal?
This was so much better.
