Page 56 of Possess Me at Midnight

Carefully, I take my cock in hand, align our bodies, then pause.

“I ask only one thing in return.” My voice comes out rougher than intended, betraying how much her answer means to me.

Panting hard, she blinks up at me with pleading eyes. “What?”

“Never hold anything back from me.”

She wriggles her hips, driving me completely mad with the feel of her wet flesh caressing my sensitive tip. “I won’t. I promise. Just…please.”

“Give me everything.”

“I will. I swear,” she pants as I push forward, thrusting deep. “Oh, my— Yesss!”

Bloody hell. One thrust, and I’m nearly undone. She overwhelms me—her scent, her silken skin, her tight, slick heat around me. Sabelle Rion is under me, crying out for me. A fantasy in the flesh, sensations so dazzling, I’m blinded.

My blood boils. Need ramps up, makes me sweat, makes me dizzy. I crave more of her. Now. Sooner than now. I have to feel her screaming and pulsing and accepting me.

“Ice!” She claws at my back.

I draw back, then thrust forward again. To the hilt. “I want every part of you.”

Body and soul. Mine, now and always.

“It’s yours,” she cries out wildly.

That’s the passion talking. I know she doesn’t mean it, not the way I do. She’s allowed me into her bed, though, and I’m never leaving. Ever. Wrapping my arms around her and sinking even deeper only reaffirms what I know: she’s mine.

But how do I convince her?

I pull back, try to ease off, but her body clings to me, tightening around me. Sabelle loops her arms around my neck and peppers frantic kisses across my shoulder. Everything about her body tells me she’s close. I smell her arousal in the air between us. I feel the desperation in her touch. I swallow. Now I’ll find out how invested she is in me because I have no doubt that her body is tied to her heart. And my heart is irrevocably tied to hers.

I tangle my fingers into her hair, my thumb braced against her delicate jaw. Her face and chest are rosy by candlelight, her eyes closed in impending bliss. Unacceptable.

“Look at me.” I have to make certain she knows who’s deep inside her. She cannot imagine Lucan or anyone else in my place. Best that she get used to me being right here. Often.

Slowly, her eyes flutter open, revealing dilated pupils as she focuses wildly on my face.

My heart jumps. My libido kicks up another notch, and I slam home in one powerful stroke, as deep inside her as I can be. The hitch in her breath spikes triumph through me as much as the increased tightening of her slick walls around me. I’m not giving up. If I have to sweat and strain all night, I will earn her pleasure and a place in her heart.

“Don’t look away from me,” I growl.

Sabelle shakes her head, her gaze never wavering. Her acquiescence and the exquisite feel of her is killing the last of my self-control. I have to keep a tight fist on my need, can’t unleash the full extent of my lust on her. Pushing or frightening her may send her running.

The warning chanting in my brain does no good.

Lowering my hands to her hips, I tilt her toward me and drive into her with a strong, rapid rhythm. The impact changes her face immediately. Her mouth falls open, eyes widening. She tenses and gasps again, clutching me tighter.

“You’re going to come for me.” It isn’t a question because I’m not giving her an option.

“Y-yes.”

Impossible to miss the catch in her voice. It drives me to thrust into her even more deeply, press my fingers into her hips, and hold her down so she has no choice but to feel the friction. As I do, I drown in a sea of darkening blue eyes and thick lashes. I don’t dare blink for fear of missing a moment between us.

Suddenly, her legs tighten around me. She whimpers. Her sounds get louder, filled with a pleading cry. I hold the pace steady, sweat beading all over. Seconds later she clamps down on me with a scream that rattles the windows. Fluttering around me, squeezing as she releases.

Satisfaction douses my veins as she pulses, keening out her pleasure in a sharp, jagged gasp of satisfaction. It’s the sweetest music to my ears.

I continue my pace, dragging against the sensitive spot I’ve discovered, prolonging her ecstasy.