Riled (The Invincibles 4)

“For any man.”

“What would you like to do today?”

“Sleep?”

He laughed again. “I will visit the chapel later. Would you like to join me?”

“Very much.” My stomach rumbled. “I didn’t think I’d ever be hungry again after last night’s feast, but I am.”

“As am I,” he murmured, reaching between my legs. He stroked me and then pushed me away from him. “Stand and straddle me,” he said, turning me to face him.

He placed the tip of his cock against my pussy and pulled me down until he was as deep inside me as he could get.

“Make yourself come, Kensington,” he said, placing his hands on my breasts. He went completely still as I found my rhythm. I stopped momentarily when the water splashed. “Keep going,” he said, closing his eyes in what looked like ecstasy.

I started to move again, even when the water splashed onto the tile floor. His hands fastened on my waist as he inhaled a deep breath. He pushed his hips up, hard, and groaned his release.

I hadn’t come, but I didn’t care. I’d lost track of how many times I had in the last several hours. Giving him pleasure made me feel powerful, and I wanted more. I sat back and grabbed the body wash, making a lather in my hands. Slowly, I washed him, cupping his scrotum with one hand while I made him hard again with the other. I reached behind me and drained the water from the tub.

“Stand,” I demanded.

He smiled, and I knelt before him, showing his cock the love he’d given me.

14

Rile

I didn’t think I had another orgasm in me. Not this soon after I’d emptied myself into Kensington’s body. I was powerless against the magic of her mouth as she licked and sucked me. I weaved my fingers in her hair, holding her still as I felt a surge of power through me.

This woman kneeling before me was magnificent. Our bodies fit together as perfectly as our souls.

Forty-eight hours ago, I would’ve refused to believe I would open myself up to her. Now, I couldn’t imagine not having her in my arms. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue. Already, I wanted her again.

Kensington shuddered with a chill. I grabbed a towel from the warming rack and wrapped it around her. I led her to the bed and sat behind her, running my fingers through her hair to get rid of the tangles.

Her stomach rumbled like it had in the bath, and I laughed. “Yes, okay, I must feed you.”

She leaned back against me. “I don’t want to leave this room.”

I didn’t either, but if I didn’t, I’d be back inside her body within minutes. I pushed her up, stood behind her, put a robe around her shoulders, and grabbed my workout pants and a sweatshirt.

Once in the lift, I surrounded her body and kissed her hard. “A promise for later,” I murmured, reaching inside her robe to tweak her nipple. My efforts were rewarded when the scent of her arousal met my nostrils.

The door opened, and I was pleasantly surprised to find the kitchen empty.

“Sit while I make us something to eat.”

“I can help.”

I shook my head. “Marta left us a feast.” I reached for the platter of fresh fruit and set it on the table, close enough for Kensington to reach. I filled a pitcher with water and put two glasses on the table with it.

Rubbing my hands together, I opened the pantry where I knew Marta kept baked items. There were Spanish crumble cakes like we’d had for dessert last night along with several other pastries. I opened the cupboard and took out a large platter, which I then filled.

“What else may I bring you?”

“Tea?”

I hit my head with my palm, and she giggled—the sound was heavenly. “How could I forget tea?”