When He's Sinful (The Olympus Pride 3)

She was honestly ready to pull out her hair. Or maybe his. Her pussy throbbed, so damn wet it should have been embarrassing. “Camden.”

The warning went completely ignored. He continued to play, only stopping when it seemed she might come. He kissed his way up her body and delivered a hard bite to her lip. “I didn’t say you could move your arms, did I?”

Aspen blinked. It was only then she realized she was gripping his shoulders. “Um …” She jumped as he gave her pussy a sharp slap. The small bite of pain shot straight to her core and fed the ache there.

He growled. “Let’s see if you’re ready to take my cock.” He shoved two fingers inside her and hummed. “So very slick. Yes, you’re ready to get fucked.”

“I am. One-hundred percent. So can you maybe make it happen?” she all but whined.

He withdrew his fingers, and then she felt the blunt head of his dick bump her folds. Well, hello.

He pinned her wrists above her head, sucked one nipple into his mouth, and slammed his cock deep inside her. He mumbled something like, “Fucking tight.” And then he was hammering into her, his thrusts fierce and brutal and exactly what she needed.

Aspen lifted her hips to meet each lunge, gasping as his dick slid even deeper inside her.

He snapped his hand around her throat. “You’ve always belonged to me. From the second you were born, you were mine. Every inch of your body, every corner of your mind, every part of your soul—all of it exists just for me. Do you have any fucking idea what that does to me?”

Well, she had a brief idea, because it worked both ways—for her, it brought her a primitive satisfaction that couldn’t be equaled. “Just don’t forget that you’re mine, too.”

Camden almost snorted. Like there was any chance of that happening. “You fucking own me, baby. You always have.” He kept on thrusting hard and deep, drowning in her, claiming her for his own all over again.

An echo of frustration hummed along their bond. A sense of some need unmet. “I know what you want.” A little pain to spice up the pleasure. “I’ll give it to you. But you don’t come yet.” He wasn’t ready for this to be over.

Keeping one hand curled around her wrists, Camden gave her what she wanted. Bit into her breasts. Squeezed her throat. Pinched her tight nipples. Scratched her inner thigh. Pulled hard on her hair. Spanked her ass. All the while, she hissed and moaned and whimpered.

He dug his fingertips into the stinging globe of her ass, knowing she got off on it. “You loved it when I claimed your ass, didn’t you?”

Her eyes narrowed, glinting with the smallest hint of mischief. “It was tolerable, I guess.”

“Since I can’t trust you not to blurt out lies …” He slapped a hand over her mouth and savagely fucked in and out of her. A spike of pleasure vibrated up their bond, telling him she liked it. He snarled into her ear. “Love pumping my come in you. I want you so full of it you can’t take anymore. Want it in your belly, your pussy, your ass, your hair, everywhere.”

Camden felt it as her orgasm crept closer. Felt her wind tighter, burn hotter. It all sped up his own approaching release, until there was a telling tingle in his spine and his balls drew up tight to his body. “Let go. Scream for me.”

He upped the pace of his thrusts and bit her earlobe. She came hard, her scream muffled by his hand. “That’s my baby.” He pounded into her harder, faster, rougher. And then his orgasm crashed into him, whipped through his body, and shot up his cock. He jammed his dick impossibly deep and bit into her jaw as he exploded inside her.

Panting and shaking with aftershocks, he collapsed on top of her and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

So damn sated her senses sang, Aspen lay beneath him utterly boneless. He’d been careful not to give her all of his weight, so it wasn’t a struggle for her to catch her breath. She drifted her fingers over his back, saying nothing, just relishing the moment. Her bearcat lazed around, equally as content.

Finally, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so that she was draped over his chest. “Tell me.”

He often did that. Often asked for those three little words. And Aspen sensed he needed to hear them. Needed the reassurance that she did still love him. As if he worried that she’d suddenly stop. It broke her heart just a little.

She raised her head to meet his gaze. “I love you.”

His eyes blazed into hers, alive with satisfaction. “Good.” He opened his mouth to speak, but then his brow creased. She sensed his struggle. Knew he wanted to return the sentiment but wasn’t sure if it would be the truth—he still wasn’t so certain that what he felt for her was love; that he could ever feel it at all. He was too quick to think bad of himself, and that was something else that broke her heart.