It'll Be An Adventure (Masters of the Shadowlands #15)(26)
Author: Cherise Sinclair

 

The head of his shaft was all the way to her cervix, filling her so, so full. Her breathing turned erratic as she tried to adjust to the solid, disconcertingly intimate presence within her.

 

He smiled. “There’s a good girl.”

 

Dammit, why did those words send an extra warmth through her?

 

Slowly, he pulled out, pressed in. In and out. Gently.

 

She smothered a giggle. This is rough and dirty?

 

His eyes filled with amusement. “I know what you’re thinking, my girl.” Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear. “I need to know if anything causes you pain…before I fuck you until you can’t walk.”

 

What?

 

Chuckling, he pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach. After yanking her onto her hands and knees, he stood beside the bed and dragged her back down to the foot.

 

Her head was still spinning when he moved between her legs, still standing. His cock pressed in an inch as if testing the waters before he plunged all the way to the root. Hard and long and shocking.

 

“Aaaah!”

 

“That’s what I like to hear.” His hands closed on her hips, and he mercilessly pulled back and drove home again.

 

God. He was so big, she could feel nothing else. Her fingers closed on the quilt as the shockwaves shook her.

 

He didn’t stop, pumping in and out.

 

Oh, she should help. She tried to push back and—

 

“I don’t think so, pet.” He wrapped her hair around his hand, gripping firmly, pulling her head back slightly. Holding her immobile.

 

His other hand roamed over her breasts, roughly kneading and squeezing her nipples.

 

With him holding her still, she couldn’t do anything. She was trapped.

 

Taken.

 

Too many sensations assailed her.

 

And he laughed. “I want one more out of you.”

 

One more what? She blinked, confused.

 

He released her hair, lifting her with an arm just above her breasts. He was still deep inside her, but now she was kneeling up with her back against his chest. His other arm came around—and he slid his fingers over her slick, incredibly sensitive clit.

 

The ecstatic pleasure shook her, and his fingers never stopped. His cock never stopped, and, suddenly, she was hovering right on the edge of another climax.

 

She was shaking so hard, but she couldn’t…couldn’t go over.

 

“Let’s take some more control away, then,” he whispered. He moved one hand up until his fingers curved around her throat.

 

Not cutting off her breath…not quite.

 

The profound vulnerability tightened every muscle in her body, and the clenching of her lower half around his thick shaft sent her over in a shattering, soul-destroying release.

 

A scream broke from her as her body kept shuddering with the long climax of thick, hot pleasure.

 

His fingers, his cock continued, forcing wave after wave of ecstasy from her until she could only whimper. When he released her, she dropped onto her hands, but her wobbly arms gave out, and she ended up on her elbows.

 

Laughing, his hands closed on her hips, and he ruthlessly took her with deep driving thrusts, sending more ripples of pleasure through her.

 

His hands tightened as he drove deep and came.

 

 

 

Saxon felt his balls pulsing as his release came from down deep, rushing through his engorged dick and shooting off in burst after burst of hot pleasure.

 

Fuuuuck.

 

He sucked in a long breath and eased his grip on her hips. She’d probably have his fingermarks there tomorrow.

 

Damn, he’d never come so fucking hard in his life.

 

Slowly, he stroked his palms over Murphy’s soft, sweat-slickened skin. Her cunt still rippled around him from her last orgasm.

 

He slid in and out a few more times. After he got off, his dick was damn sensitive, and the movement was an almost painful pleasure.

 

With a sigh, he pulled out slowly, enjoying her tiny whimper of loss. Pretty much how he felt also.

 

After disposing of the condom, cleaning himself up, and pulling on his jeans, he brought back a hot washcloth. She was still at the foot of the bed, having simply rolled onto her side. He grinned.

 

With luck, this evening might counteract the bullshit Ross had tried to feed her.

 

Rolling her onto her back, he wiped down her sweaty body, then pinned her down and cleaned her pussy as well.

 

She was apparently still sensitive and…objected. Ineffectually.

 

“You do realize I enjoy all this squirming.” He paused. “Enough that I’m considering taking you again.”

 

Her mouth fell open. “You…couldn’t. Can’t. Men don’t—”

 

He shook his head. This little subbie hadn’t had a lot of experience, obviously. He set her hand on his jeans over his thickening cock. “Normally no. But some things are stimulating enough that…”

 

Her eyes were so wide, so very lovely, that he couldn’t resist kissing her. Her full lips were slightly swollen, and he considered instructing her on the quickest way a Dom could achieve a hard erection.

 

No. Behave, man.

 

She wasn’t his—not his woman, not his submissive. In fact, she was a member of his SAR team and hopefully would end up his and Sherlock’s flanker. Getting involved past this quick hookup would be singularly unwise.

 

So he turned the covers down, scooped her up, and tucked her in. She was out like a light.

 

Quietly, he collected Sherlock and made a quick trip outside, strolling along as the dog used his nose to check on the local canine news. “Thanks for being patient, pup.”

 

After lifting a leg to mark a light pole, Sherlock gave him a long-suffering glance. Sex is very boring.

 

“Actually, sex can be magnificent sometimes.” It sure was tonight.

 

The dog gave him a look. I wouldn’t know since I lack some necessary equipment.

 

Saxon winced. “Yeah, well…that happened before you came to me.” Not that Sherlock would have escaped the knife. Being a responsible vet, Saxon promoted neutering. Did a lot of it on the surgery table…even when it made his own balls draw up in defense. “Extra playtime tomorrow?”