Another series of burning slaps were followed by a smooth, even thrust of the fingers into her ass as Jared tugged at the ring piercing the hood of her clit. She was shaking violently, shuddering with the pleasure and intensity as she bucked into each thrust.
“Now, baby…” She was lifted from his chest and propped on hands and knees as he moved before her. “Open wide, Kimber. I want your mouth so damned bad I’m about to come just thinking about i
t. ”
She felt Jared’s cock press against her lips and opened to him as she moaned in regret for the fingers slowly exiting her rear.
Her mouth was filled with the hot male flesh she loved so dearly. Jared, his cock throbbing against her tongue, his thumbs pressing at the hinge of her jaw as she felt her buttocks being parted again.
She stilled, whimpered.
A second later reality exploded in a kaleidoscope of brilliant bright pleasure/pain as she was invaded. Not by fingers, but a cock that tunneled inside her with one sure, quick thrust that destroyed her.
She lost reason. Madness consumed her. Her lips tightened on Jared’s thrusting flesh as her rear burned in ecstasy. She was taken, impaled, possessed in a way she could have never imagined. She could feel every hard inch buried between her buttocks, taste the potent passion in the cock thrusting between her lips. She was possessed, taken, sacrificed to such pleasure that she was certain she would never survive.
She could feel the flames washing over her as the hard body behind her covered her. His hand went between her thighs, his hard fingers moving on her clit a second before he delivered a series of hard, rapid little slaps that pushed her over a precipice she had never known existed.
She exploded, only dimly aware of Jared’s semen jetting hot and hard down her throat, and the flex and throb of the cock in her ass releasing as well. All she knew, all she could process was the pleasure burning her, rocking her…destroying her.
She fell to her side, curling into a tight ball as her muscles shuddered and her pussy began to flex in protest. And she knew, despite the agonizing ecstasy that still echoed through her, that never again would the driving pleasure mixed with pain ease the terrible ache in her body. It had only triggered a hunger for more. A hunger she knew only one man would ever ease…
Chapter Sixteen
Jared stood inside the shower, feeling the spray pounding on his back as he leaned his forehead against the tile wall. His eyes were closed, every muscle tight with the effort to control the raging demand that pounded through his body and his mind.
She was his, goddammit. The fierce demand raged through his mind. His heart. His fucking soul and he was wasting away beneath the force of the water rather than laying in satisfied exhaustion in her arms.
The ménage with Ian should have stilled part of the hunger, but it only made it worse. It wasn’t enough. Nothing he knew now would ever truly be enough until he took her as he was meant to.
His cock was like living stone, near to bursting with the raging of his emotions. He could taste her on his tongue, feel her on his skin. He could still hear her ragged cry as she convulsed beneath him. Did she even realize what she had cried? Could she know the effect her words had on him?
“…not enough…oh God, Jared, it’s not enough…” The words had been a ragged, nearly incoherent cry as she shuddered through her earlier orgasm.
No, it hadn’t been enough. It would never be enough.
Would he live another five fucking years before he could claim her? He grit his teeth at the thought of it. It would be a hell he could have never imagined before now. Hell yes, he would wait. But it would fucking kill him.
“Jared?” Her voice was a whisper of hunger, of the needs that raged within him as well.
He opened his eyes, ignoring the water that poured over him as his turned to meet her gaze.
Her green eyes were dark with pain, with goodbye. Fuck. Not yet. He wasn’t ready yet.
“The Agency just called. ” His heart clenched at the sound of her voice, at the misery in it. “The threat has been deemed a prank. I’ve been called back first thing in the morning. ”
She had put her robe back on, had belted it tightly around her waist and pushed her hands deep into the little pockets at the side. Her hands were clenched, her fingers bunched together to restrain the pain he saw reflected in her gaze.
“Fuck. ” What now? Damn them, he wasn’t ready to let her go, wasn’t prepared to do without her warmth in his bed. Son of a bitch, he had just managed to get her into it.
“Jared…” He watched her swallow convulsively; saw the regret that filled her eyes, and the tears.
“No!” he growled.
Straightening abruptly he jerked her into the shower, ignoring her gasp, pushing aside the knowledge that no matter how hard he wanted, how much he loved, that it was time for her to go.
“I’ll always be here. ” His arms wrapped around her, pulled her against his chest as he maneuvered his body to protect her from the full force of the water. “Always Kimber. I’ll be right here, baby, anytime you need me. Anyway you want me. I’ll be here. ”
Her arms tightened around his shoulders, holding fiercely to him as he felt the heat of her tears against his chest. God surely hadn’t meant for a man to have to endure this sorrow? He prayed for mercy, because he couldn’t cry with her.