Page 44 of Craving the Edge

A small whimper broke from her lips. She shifted, her hips lifting from the mattress and I leaned in.

I pressed my mouth to her, my tongue laving her clit, the contact making her entire body jolt. The taste of her was pure Char. Fucking intoxicating.

She started to writhe as I worked, the sheets twisting beneath her back as her hips rocked against my face. Her sounds were breathy little gasps that spurred me on. I increased the pressure, my tongue finding its rhythm against the hard little knot of her clit, and listened to her unravel.

I kept my mouth right where it was and slid two fingers inside her.

Fuck. So tight. So wet.

Her walls clenched around me, a pulsing grip that met every slow push of my fingers. I watched her hips lift clear off the mattress, chasing the friction, her body seeking more.

This was her. Stripped of the armour she wore at the gym, her sharp edges all gone. Every broken sound, every shudder that ran through her, felt like I was finally getting to the real woman underneath.

And she was extraordinary. The way we fit together made me want to bury my cock deep inside her and never let her go.

A low groan rumbled in my chest, the vibration lost against her skin as my mouth worked harder. The tension in her legs coiled tighter. She was close.

“Declan,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

She ground down, her hips rocking against my face, harder and harder. Claiming me as I claimed her.

My tongue and fingers moved in a punishing rhythm until her body went rigid. A raw cry tore from her throat as she came apart around me. Her taste flooded my mouth, as she clenched around my fingers. I didn’t pull away. I stayed with her, thrusting my fingers and sucking her clit until the final tremor quieted and her body went limp against the sheets.

I lifted my head. The flush of her climax reddened her cheeks and her grey-green eyes were hazy, blinking slowly as she came back to herself. The air hung thick with the scent of her. Vanilla and pure sex.

My own cock, hard and aching, brushed against the inside of her thigh as I shifted. I crawled up her body, the mattress groaning under my weight. Bracing on my forearms, I hovered over her, looking down into that beautiful, wrecked face.

Her legs slowly drifted up, hooking around my waist. She locked her ankles behind my back, a silent pull that drew me down, closer. An invitation. A demand.

Her hips tilted, a small, hungry movement that took the head of my cock inside her.

Hot. So fucking hot and tight.

I drove into her in one push, sinking myself to the hilt. My arms locked, braced on either side of her head. I held still, just for a beat. I needed to feel her…

My breath caught in my chest, a raw hitch at the intensity of her body gripping mine. It was the same as the night before. An explosion waiting to happen. I knew I’d never get enough of this. Of her.

I looked down at her flushed face, her eyes dark and wide.

“You feel so fucking good,” I growled, the words thick in my throat. “So tight. Your taste is making me insane.”

Her eyes flared. “Then fuck me, Declan.” Her nails scored lines of fire down the muscles of my back. “I want to feel you pound into me. All of you.”

That was all it took. The last bit of control I had snapped.

A snarl ripped from my throat. I started to move. A hard, driving rhythm that slammed her back into the mattress. My whole body powered into the motion, a punishing momentum that filled her completely with every single thrust.

Her dark hair was a wild mess, her cries spurring me on.

My breathing turned ragged, torn from my chest in rough gasps. I reached down, grabbed her by the ankle, and hauled her leg up over my shoulder. The move was rough, but she didn’t fight it. Her body opened for me. I plunged into her again, the new angle seating me deeper than before.

A sharp gasp ripped from her lips. I met it with my mouth, a hard, devouring kiss that swallowed the sound as her leg slipped from my shoulder. Her tongue met mine, a desperate tangle while our bodies ground together.

The friction built, a searing heat that coiled in my cock. I lost myself. The world outside this room all burned away. All that existed was the sensation of her. The slick heat of her body meeting every stroke. Her fingernails digging into the muscles of my back, scoring lines of fire into my skin. The pain only made me drive harder.

Her whole body tensed, clenching my cock. The force of her orgasm dragged my own from me, and I started to come.

With a growl, my free hand shot up, grabbing both her wrists and pinning them to the mattress above her head. A raw noise ripped from my throat as I drove into her lost in the slick sound of our bodies colliding.