Rory watched as his dark head lowered once more and his mouth worked magic between her thighs. As he eased a second finger inside of her, the stinging stretch pulled her tighter. All it took was one gentle suckling kiss against her clit and she flew to pieces.
The force of her orgasm left her blind, but she couldn’t find the space to care. Tears slid along her temples, and her voice shimmered in a breathy scream she couldn’t keep contained. As each searing wave slammed into her, Cain pushed her higher, using his lips and tongue and fingers to draw out her pleasure until she was boneless and limp.
His satisfaction pulsed through their link. Even as wrung out as she was, his own sharp need still had the power to make her need more, demand more.
Her pussy was still fluttering from her orgasm when she felt the blunt tip of his cock press against her opening.
She opened her eyes, and saw his body blocking out all else. There was the faintest hint of apology in his eyes—something she didn’t understand. Instinctively, she went searching for the explanation.
As she glided through their link, she hit a wall of lust so hot and jagged, she was sure it would tear her apart. Instantly, the edges blunted, as he shielded her from his raging need, but it was too late for that. His need was hers now, and her body responded with an answering rush of arousal.
New, prickling sensations spread out over her skin as her body stretched to accept him. It was too much, and yet not enough. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get enough of a man like him.
Before that thought could douse her enjoyment, she shoved it away and pulled him closer.
The damp heat of his skin against hers sang through her. The feel of his muscles shifting, vibrating as he restrained himself, struck some kind of chord deep inside. As much as he wanted her—as much as he was dying to bury himself within her body—he still held back, moving slow and careful so he wouldn’t hurt her.
As wet as she was, she didn’t think that was going to happen. Her body was clamoring to be filled, eager to feel every inch of him buried within her. Nothing he’d done had caused her pain. Her only discomfort came from feeling how desperately he fought himself.
Rory wanted him to enjoy this as much as she did.
With that thought in mind, she yanked a surge of strength into herself and pulled his hips toward her. His erection thrust deep. The intense stretch, along with his shocked growl of pleasure, was enough to toss her into a sudden, choppy climax. She bounced around, trapped inside pure sensation as her body fragmented.
When she finally settled enough to make sense of the world, she found that Cain had gathered her wrists in his hand and pinned them above her head. He balanced over her, his muscles bulging as he held himself up.
His jaw was clenched tight. The cords in his neck stood out. He didn’t move.
She felt his heartbeat inside her—the throbbing, thick heat of his cock wedged deep within. Her body was a jumbled mess of feelings and emotions too intense and heavy for her to examine. There was a faint wisp of anger flickering out of him, but she couldn’t tell if it was aimed at her for taking what she wanted, or at himself for letting her.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, the gravelly sound of his voice vibrating her nipples deliciously.
“I don’t get off on pain.”
“Good. Because I could never hurt you—not even if you begged for it.”
“Are you going to make me beg now?”
“No. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
“I want you to stop holding back. I’m not fragile. I won’t break. I want the real you—all of you.”
Something in his expression shifted, going darker. The tension she’d seen in him before seemed to drain away. A small, wicked smile tugged at his mouth. “Then open up, Rory. I’m going to give you everything.”
She wasn’t sure what he’d meant until she felt the luceria vibrate around her throat. An instant later, a flood of images and sensations flowed into her, rocking her down to her soul. She saw the two of them together, naked and locked together in positions she hadn’t even imagined. She felt his heated lust lash across her like plumes of fire, leaving every inch of her skin glowing and flushed. His fantasies and hopes and dreams all funneled into her, filling her with the need to see each one of them come true.
She wasn’t just with him, she existed inside of him, their two minds woven together in a way she could hardly believe possible, even as she felt it.
And then he started to move. His cock slid out of her, leaving a hollow ache behind. She opened her mouth to scream at him to come back, but there was no need. He was already surging forward again, giving her exactly what she needed, as if he’d felt her need as keenly as she had his.
Maybe he had. She wasn’t sure. She didn’t care. The physical sensations, piled onto the things he did to her mind, were almost too much to stand. She no longer had any control over her actions. Her hands went where they wanted. Her mouth sought out his, desperate for his taste. Her hips arched up to accept him into her body, over and over again.
This was more than sex. It was the fusion of two people, two souls. More meaningful than the physical pleasure it brought, she felt the experience change her—altering her on a fundamental level in a way she’d never be able to undo.
But with ecstasy like this, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Cain drove her higher, both with his touch as well as with his thoughts. He hid nothing from her, forcing her to feel everything he did, down to the coiling buildup of his impending orgasm. Rory’s body responded in kind, answering to his call, bulging with her own growing pressure.