“What are you going to get for teasing me with those pearls?” Vic asked with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Niall licked her lower lip as her eyes lowered to Vic’s enormous erection where it bobbed between their bodies.
“F . . . fucked?” she asked with a combination of anxiety and excitement.
His eyes smoldered. He moved up, bumping the wide head of his cock against her wet, tender tissues. “Your little pussy is gonna be fucked hard,” he corrected softly. His hips flexed, pressing his penis into her entry. “Open your legs wide, baby. I want in.”
Niall spread her thighs along the cool, soft bedspread. She moaned as Vic pulsed his cock against her narrow channel, demanding she accept him. She gasped at the sensation of the thick rim beneath the head slipping into her body, rubbing and agitating the nerve-packed flesh. God, that defined, fat knob of his cock was going to kill her someday with pleasure.
Vic demanded so much of her . . . he forced her to feel so much.
He rocked her, prying his steely length into her farther and farther with each pass. Niall tightened beneath him, arching her back, grinding her hips, greedy for more pressure. He held her tightly to the bed, limiting her movement, however, as his cock slowly pierced her body. She saw him grit his teeth tightly in enforced restraint.
He abruptly lifted her leg and smacked her ass. “Quit squirming,” he barked.
Niall whimpered in arousal. Her ass muscles flexed, pushing his cock farther into her body.
Vic’s face went rigid. He fell down over her, his muscles flexing tightly as he held himself off her. He thrust his hips hard, seating his cock in her to the hilt of his balls.
Niall cried out at the abrupt impact. Her cries amplified when he began to draw out of her and plunge back into her with a brisk smack of striking flesh.
“Is that what you wanted, baby?” he asked harshly, his light eyes glowing silver in the dim light.
Niall’s lips fell open, but no speech came. The nerves of her body were too busy firing messages madly: pleasure, pain, burning, pressure, stretching, feeling. She couldn’t form words in the midst of such overwhelming sensations. She stared at him as he crashed into her again and again, riding her hard, giving her exactly what she wanted.
She moved her hips against him synchronously, increasing the strength of his ruthless strokes. The bed began to quake and rattle loudly against the wall in sympathy with their fierce mating. The hard knob of his cock rubbed and pressed deep within her, exciting her to a frenzied pitch.
Niall called out in wild dismay a second later when she thrust her hips up but Vic wasn’t there to meet her.
“Put your pretty ass back down on that bed,” Vic muttered tautly.
Niall complied immediately, willing to do anything to get him back deep inside of her. Instead of granting her wish, however, he grabbed his cock at the base and pushed the slick, steely head between her folds, rubbing and agitating her clit until she shuddered once again in orgasm.
“Oh, yeah,” she heard him shout a moment later, as if from a distance, as he plunged his cock back into her climaxing pussy and rode her while she came. The bed pitched stormily for several moments before he pressed his cock almost unbearably deep inside her.
Niall cried out in wonder at the sensation of him throbbing inside of her in orgasm. It seemed as if every muscle in his beautiful, sweat-glistening body strained to the breaking point.
He fell over her, gasping wildly for air. It took even longer than usual for their clamoring bodies to return to equilibrium. At some point she whispered softly to him and he released her wrists. She loved the feeling of his weight pressing into her, marveled at the sensation of his hard, delineated muscles and smooth skin beneath her worshipping hands.
Eventually, his head rose and he nuzzled her ear softly.
“Guess I proved you wrong,” he mumbled tiredly.
Niall stilled in her caressing motions. “About what, precisely?”
“Pearls really are a supersexy accessory.”
“You could turn a pair of dirty socks into a supersexy accessory, Vic Savian,” she scolded as she pressed a kiss to his damp neck. When he didn’t say anything for a moment, she leaned back and examined him.
“Tell me you’re not thinking about how.”
Deep laughter rumbled forth from his chest before he lowered his head and smacked her lips with a kiss.
“It just sounded like an interesting challenge, that’s all,” he teased.
He nipped at her lips until she opened for him once again.
Vic’s eyes snapped open at the sound of a whimper of distress in Niall’s throat. He’d spooned her body protectively while they slept, but now she trembled within his hold.
He tensed at the jarring knowledge that what frightened her came from within . . . and that he was powerless to stop it.
“Niall. Wake up.”
He shook her upper arm gently, willing her to rise out of her nightmare. The small, mournful cry that leaked past her lips made his teeth clench in anguish. He shifted her gently onto her back so that he could see her face. Just as he’d suspected, it gleamed with perspiration.
“Niall!”
Her eyes sprang wide. Vic saw terror in their depths. God damn it, who or what had the power to make her look so afraid?
“You were dreaming, baby,” he whispered, willing her into the present moment. He saw her throat convulse as she swallowed. When she started to sit up, he moved aside the arm that had been covering her, fighting his urge to hold her tight against him until her almost tangible fear passed.
It was almost a precise repeat of what had occurred last Sunday, Vic realized as Niall sat on the edge of the bed for several moments, neck bent, finally rising to go to the bathroom. He stared at the ceiling, listening to the muted sounds of Niall’s movement and the water running. When she came out of the bathroom a minute later, she moved so quietly that Vic wondered if she thought he was sleeping again.