Page 101 of Ghostly Game

Gideon didn’t wait. He knelt between her spread legs and lodged the thick head of his cock into her scorching entrance. Outside, thunder rolled as lightning cracked across the sky. The roaring in his ears accompanied the hot, bright lightning streaking through his entire body. His heavy cock was thick in his fist, raging with a brutal, merciless demand. He clenched his teeth, fighting for control when her body was scorching hot and doing everything to drag him inside where he belonged.

“Red, you have to let me do this gently,” he tried to warn her. She was looking at him with those eyes of hers, desperate for him. Hot for him. Too hot. Red flames seemed to burn in her hair. Over her skin.

He entered her slowly, or tried to. She was a silken sheath of sheer fire, surrounding his cock with a tight fist of scorching muscles.

“More. Hurry. Don’t stop.” Her nails dug into his forearms.

Gideon took her at her word, surging forward as he needed to do, past her thin barrier, to bury himself deep in her body, connecting them until he was completely surrounded by all that scorching fire. She gasped, her eyes going wide. She nodded at him.

He lost himself in her, dragging his heavy cock deliberately over her most sensitive spot again and again to give her the most pleasure. Her silken muscles stroked and squeezed his shaft like a fistand then would create the sensation of tongues rubbing and lapping at him ruthlessly. She was blazing hot and tight as hell.

Her hips rose to meet his as he shifted positions, angling his body over hers and catching her legs on his forearms for a different access. Her breath caught in her throat. She moaned his name. Gideon kept his mind firmly in hers and refused to let her gaze drop away from his. This was the two of them together. He was claiming her, and he wanted her to know who she was with. He belonged with her. She belonged with him.

He set a faster, harder pace, the friction nearly unbearable, it was so good. At times, he thought he might not survive the pleasure. She was that hot, that tight. He couldn’t have stopped if he’d been so inclined. Nothing could have stopped him. The storm outside wasn’t nearly as wild or turbulent as the one inside, the one raging between them. It just burned brighter and hotter and more out of control, until he felt that white-hot fist begin to clamp down on his cock like a vise. Power swept through him. Bright. Hot. Coiling deep.

“Let go, Red. Fly with me.”

He refused to look away from her. His woman. Meant to be. Always meant to be. Her vivid green gaze clung to his. He could see love there. He knew she could see it there for her in his eyes. Tenderness. A promise.

And then they were soaring together. High. Paradise. In a storm of passion, of love, that Gideon had never thought possible for him. Somehow, he’d been granted that miracle when he wasn’t certain he deserved it, but he was taking it and was grateful.