Her head fell back and hit the wall as she came hard. Camden didn’t wait for her orgasm to pass. He gripped her ass and pounded into her.
There was nothing gentle or sensual about the way he took her. He was too far gone for that. He fucked her like she belonged to him. Because she did. Maybe his claim to her didn’t run soul-deep, maybe it wasn’t predestined by fate, but it was still there.
Camden took her mouth again. He swallowed every moan and whimper. Forced her to swallow down his every growl and grunt.
She goddamn flooded his senses. His world narrowed down to her. To her scent filling his lungs, to her taste in his mouth, to the soft skin beneath his hands, to the hot scald of her pussy around his cock. And as his lips dropped to her neck, he couldn’t help but take a small bite.
Aspen felt her eyes snap open at the sting in her neck. He’d marked her. And she didn’t care. Nor did she care that the fingertips digging into the globes of her ass would leave bruises. She didn’t care about anything other than the orgasm looming so close. It was going to be a mega big one—she just knew it.
She wrapped her legs tighter around him. Every thrust of his long, thick cock was brutal. Deep. Animalistic, even—which her bearcat totally dug.
He suckled on Aspen’s neck over and over, leaving a trail of little marks. Hissing, she dragged her nails down his back. The growl that rattled his chest made her nipples pebble.
He slid one hand up her body and filled it with her breast. His grip was rough and bold and unapologetically possessive. The warm graze of his palm on her hypersensitized nipple added another layer of … Oh hell, she was going to implode.
Camden snarled. “Yeah, that’s it, make me come in you.” He hammered into her even harder, pounded even deeper, rolled his thumb around her clit. And then his teeth sank into her throat.
She sucked in a breath as a surging tide of pure pleasure washed over and through her with a force that was almost violent. She screamed, she arched, she bucked. The orgasm went on and on and on. She was barely aware of Camden exploding inside her with one last, pitiless thrust as he hoarsely cursed against her throat.
Wrung out, Aspen slumped forward, her breaths ragged, her body trembling. She rested her head on his shoulder, half out of it.
Long minutes went by before her post-orgasm buzz faded, reality set in … and her eyes snapped open. She had to force her body not to tense. What … what had just happened? One moment she’d been comforting him. The next moment, his mouth had taken hers.
But … Camden didn’t think of her that way. She wasn’t a person he’d want to kiss. Or touch intimately. Or fuck against a wall. And yet, he’d done all of that.
Her stomach sank. Holy shit, she’d just had sex with her best friend. What the hell had she been thinking?
Nothing sensible.
Her common sense had vanished as soon as he kissed her. The rational side of her brain had shut down. Nothing had mattered but having Camden inside her.
Now she didn’t know what to do. Or say. She never would have imagined that she’d one day find herself in this position—namely planted on his cock while her entire body hummed from one of two Earth-shattering orgasms that he’d given her.
Aspen closed her eyes, silently calling herself all kinds of stupid. She’d always known she wouldn’t have the strength to pull away if he ever made a move. She hadn’t known she’d lose all sense of the world around her, or that they’d end up fucking like animals. Or that it would set up a craving in her that now pulsed in her lower stomach like a heartbeat.
Fuck, she had so totally messed up. Her bearcat was experiencing no such panic. In fact, she gave Aspen a “you’re being dramatic” sniff and settled down to rest. Unreal.
As his softening cock began to slip out of her, Camden gently set her on her feet and stepped backwards. The heat and need was gone from his eyes, but there was no regret there. That didn’t mean he felt none, though, did it? He’d had time to school his expression. Hell, she’d schooled her own.
She could only stare at him, still unsure what to say. Maybe it would be better if she said nothing. Maybe she should just give him a goodnight smile and retreat to his room. Yep, that sounded wise.
“You kissed me,” Aspen blurted out. Hell.
“You kissed me back.”
She had. She’d given as good as she got. She’d reveled in his touch, arched into his thrusting fingers, and she’d been more than willing when … “You fucked me.”