The Survivors: Book One

Her head began an aggressive up and down movement that sent heat rolling into his toes, and then he was pushing her back, following her down onto the cold, canvas floor.

Shoving forward before she was settled, he kissed her deeply; loving it that her gasps were not faked like some women he'd been with. He moved shallow at first, quick and light, and she climaxed fast, nails raking lightly down his shoulder, body tightening, pulsing, and exploding. Adrian thrust harder, dog tag clinking.

Tonya let her hands roam his hard, tanned skin and soft blond spikes. "We'll be good together. I'll be a good mate to ya," she promised, moaning as he started long, hard strokes that slid her up on the floor and drew a surprising rush of wetness. Very few men could pull two from her.

Adrian tangled his rough hands in her thick, red curls and pushed in as deep as he could get, on fire as he watched the triumph and need melt together in her glowing green eyes.

"Finally mine!" she growled, giving him a chill, and she pulled his head down to kiss his full, sexy mouth.

Coming up for air, Adrian smiled cruelly, leaning his weight into each thrust. "Oh no, Baby. This is a one-time deal. Enjoy it."

His breathing was harsh and he swelled, almost snapping when her eyes understood, but her body refused to listen, slender hips keeping perfect rhythm as he rutted between her long legs.

"You, Bastard!"

On the edge, Tonya pulled his head down for another hot kiss that shoved her into a world of rivers and light, but she began to struggle almost immediately and he let her. The pain in her eyes a bigger turn-on than even her mouth.

His hands kept her head still and Adrian ground their lips together, kissing her, touching her, mocking her as he thrust roughly.

Used to being the one who was cold and in control, Tonya was horrified to feel her traitorous body responding again, wanting his touch no matter the intent. She twisted, almost rolling them over.

Adrian dropped his full weight on her, making her cry out. "Be still!" he growled harshly, hips now pounding into hers. "You've begged for it enough!"

Her fists slammed into his shoulders and back, and he lowered his head to avoid telling marks on his face, enjoying the fight she couldn't win. When her nails raked down his back, drawing blood this time, he shoved forward, grunting.

A final "Uhh!" and he was on his knees in a quick movement, seed spraying on her thigh as she scrambled to get away.