The Chase

“Please.” She held her arms wide, writhing for him.

“I’ll take good care of you.” Rising up on his knees, Beck hovered over her heated body and cupped her cheek. “All of you.”

Relief and gratitude swept over her face as she closed her eyes and nuzzled into his hand. He bent and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. Delighting in the feel of her downy-soft curls caressing his cock, Beck languidly swept his tongue inside her mouth.

The way she’d dropped all her defenses and exposed her most fragile feelings to him still had Beck reeling. Heavenly was wide open now, and he wanted to bury himself—not just his dick, but his entire fucking soul—deep inside her.

As their tongues twined in slow exploration, he palmed a condom off the nightstand before easing away from her mouth. Her smoky blue eyes half-lidded in desire tore him open, spilling his desire and abiding love between them. In a way, he felt as if he’d gone to battle for her—and won.

“I can barely remember a time I didn’t want you,” he whispered.

Heavenly sent him a happy, loopy smile as he ripped the foil wrapper open and rolled the condom down his throbbing length.

“But your ass is tender, so let’s get you on your knees.” Beck banded his arm beneath her back and hauled her up.

He didn’t miss the flicker of relief in her eyes as he repositioned her. As he leaned over her body and peppered kisses across her shoulder blades, the heat radiating from her backside nearly singed his skin.

Beck drank in her soft sigh as he cinched a fist in her hair and tugged gently, dragging his tongue up her neck to trace the shell of her ear. “You took my pain so beautifully. Let me drown you in pleasure.”

He palmed the middle of her back, then gently eased her torso down to the bed. The sight of her welted crimson ass poised in the air filled his veins with a powerful, possessive surge.

Mine!

Softly, he cupped her blistering orbs, reveling in the delicious heat between them. Then he closed his eyes and drank in the depths of their silent connection before aligning his swollen crest to her slick opening. She clutched at him, her body squeezing and sucking hungrily at his tip.

“Beck…” She writhed back against him, trying to take him deep.

Her cry nearly unraveled him, but he was determined to give her pure tenderness. Gripping one hip, he slowly fed her inch after aching inch, stretching and filling her. As he savored the feel of her tight, wet heat fluttering and surrounding him, his eyes rolled back in his head. He gave her back the ecstasy by dipping his fingers between her legs and gently strumming her clit.

“Yes!” She gripped the sheets in her fists.

Unhurriedly, he pressed forward, filling her until he was fully seated inside her. He couldn’t stop the groan from tearing from his chest any more than he could stop the Dom from falling away and leaving a man in his place. “Come for me, little girl. Any time. All night.”

“I need to give you everything…” Her husky whisper nearly dismantled his self-control.

He loved how wide open she was, how close to her he felt.

Beck pulled out slowly, dragging his fat crest along her sensitive bundle of nerves. “You already have.”

When he eased deep inside her again, she gave him a dreamy sigh. He strummed her hard little clit, softly sliding in and out of her tight, welcoming body, igniting nerve endings as he glided them both higher and higher with each measured thrust.

He gradually picked up the pace. The sweet symphony of Heavenly’s moans and whimpers echoed off the walls. He added his own pants and groans until he was one with her.

But all too soon, he was rushing toward release. Beck knew by the keening cries now spilling from her lips that Heavenly was there with him, desperately reaching out for the ecstasy.

“Beck!” Her voice sounded as raw as her ass.

“Shatter,” he growled as he put all his breath, all his might, all his need into one last thrust. “Now!”

Heavenly tossed her head back once more and clamped down on him, crying out, her scream both hoarse and ragged. Beck’s entire body coalesced into a brilliant ball of fire. Lights exploded behind his eyes as he gripped her hips, shuttled through her clutching core, and roared out her name as he followed Heavenly into the blistering swirl of satisfaction.

Languid exhaustion followed like a freight train. Beck collapsed over her back and peppered soft kisses across her shoulders and nape while they both struggled to find their breath. “You okay, little girl?”

“Mmm…”

Beck dragged his tongue down her spine, then slowly eased from inside her, pausing to stare at her red, deliciously welted backside still poised in the air. Then he climbed off the bed, pausing to drink in the dreamy smile on Heavenly’s face. Pride and possession filled him.

“Keep floating.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”