Rule's Obsession (The House of Rule 1)

He ran his lips up her neck and fastened them to her mouth, and he gave her a soul-destroying kiss that made her begin to question her sanity where he was concerned.

With each stroke of his tongue against hers, Angie was hit with a tingle in her stomach and a jolt to her heart. As she clung to his shoulders, arousal followed soon after. Her thighs began to tremble again and a new rush of moisture softened her.

He pulled his mouth from hers, opened his eyes and stared down at her, dragging oxygen into his lungs. As she watched him in return, her heart beat an unsteady pulse in her chest and in the secret place between her thighs.

As her blood pounded through her veins in an erratic rhythm, his features took on a dark, almost primal cast. Trying to assimilate the emotions showing on his face, she was caught unawares as his hand swooped underneath her back and he reared back on his haunches. He flipped her with only one strong arm, and she found herself face down on the mattress. Before she could get her brain functioning again, he pulled up into a position that put her on her hands and knees, his arm still wrapped around her midriff.

His hard, naked body was pressed against her back, his erection pressing into the cheeks of her buttocks. A river of unbelievable sexual heat slammed through her at the position she found herself in. She sucked in a breath and blew it out again before continuing a rhythm of breathing that was sporadic at best.

His arm felt like a vise around her waist and he leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear. He was dragging in oxygen just as harshly as she was, and unmitigated pleasure held her in its grip while she waited for his next move.

He didn't speak; she didn't think he could speak, he only breathed harshly next to her ear. His hand underneath her gripped her tightly and then moved to her breast and he pinched her nipple between his thumb and finger.

She cried out and he did it again. He pushed against her, his torso moving against hers in a parody of sex, and then his fingers left her nipple and slid down to her clit. He opened the fold that protected it, and then began manipulating it with his fingers, all the while breathing more harshly, the oxygen rattling in and out of his chest.

His mouth opened over the back of her shoulder and he trailed wet kisses up until he came to the place where the curve of her neck began. He licked it once, and then his teeth opened and he bit into her flesh, much as a stallion would a mare during mating. Angie let out a high-pitched sound as lightning speared through her. She began pressing her butt up toward him, unable to control the movement.

He groaned from deep in his chest and released both her clit and her neck. He reared up, and his hands landed on her hips and restrained her within his grasp.

Angie felt pressure, a huge pressure, pushing against her opening. She was ready for it. She was beyond excited, she was primed and waiting, her breath suspended as the expectation of pleasure danced through her head.

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Damian tried with everything inside of him, not to slam into Angie. His abdominals were held in a tight configuration, his cock ready and poised to impale her. He took a breath, and pulled her by the hips until she was exactly where he needed her to be.

He pressed the head of his cock to the hot, inviting wetness between her thighs and swirled it around until every thought flew from his brain. He was driven by instinct, by the need to mate, by the need to pummel her until he exploded and his seed spread out and soaked her on the inside.

Fuck, he needed that shit now.

He took the mind-numbing pleasure he needed and sank his erection inside of her with one long, steady stroke until he bottomed out, hitting her womb and sending vibrations of pleasure down his spine that gripped him by the balls.

A harsh gravelly noise exploded inside the room and he knew it came from him. He was close to losing all control and he didn't think he cared.

He heard her moan blend with his groan, he felt her moisture all around him, and he began to stroke her body, in and out, until what little thought process he had left separated from his body and he became a purely physical animal.

With pleasure and need enticing him, egging him on, he pummeled her from behind, his rod thick and hard. Not far from orgasm, an uncontrollable, possessive streak grabbed him by the heart and his fingers sank deeper into her skin.