Page 72 of Red Fury

His laugh is dark and full of promise. “Be careful what you ask for, Draiger.”

His hands pull on my dress, and I hear fabric tear. The garment pools at my feet, and I’m attacking his shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons in my haste to get it off him. When that proves too slow, I simply grab the edges and yank. Buttons fly across the room as the fabric tears apart.

I yank at his jeans, and another button or two go flying.

We kiss and tear at clothing and kiss some more, desperate sounds escaping me.

When his hand slides between my legs, I cry out at the contact. His thumb finds my nub, where he rubs a few times. Then he presses a finger inside me, and it slips in easily.

“You’re wet,” he groans, his fingers finding exactly where I need him most.

“I’m on contraception,” I gasp out, barely able to form coherent words. “I need you now.”

He lifts me easily, taking me to the bed and depositing me on all fours.

I go down on my elbows, putting my ass in the air.

“Your pussy is so fucking beautiful,” he growls.

I turn and look over my shoulder, and he’s looking at me. I giggle. “I’m not sure that’s a thing.”

“Believe you me when I say that it is.”

He rubs on my clit, his finger slip-sliding over the nub, and I gasp. A few seconds later, he’s putting the tip of his cock against my opening.

I wriggle in anticipation, wanting to be filled so badly.

He thrusts into me, his cock going to the hilt. We both cry out; my eyes widen, and my mouth falls open. He fills me completely, stretching me in the most incredible way.

He grabs my hips and begins to move, slowly at first, then with a rising urgency, and the rhythm quickly unravels us both into something brutal and exquisite.

His cock slides in and out of me, so thick it leaves me gasping for air, and I think he wants to break me open, to fill me so utterly that the world outside this bed ceases to exist. He plants one hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me further down into the mattress, and the other kneads my ass, fingers digging hard enough to bruise.

“Yes!” I groan.

Every thrust knocks the air from my lungs and makes my toes curl. I cry out each time, no longer pretending I can be quiet or dignified. There’s nothing left for me but the animal, the beast, the feral hunger that has overtaken us.

I’m so wet that the slick sounds of him moving inside me fill the space, punctuated by his growls and my helpless moans. The room fills with the scent of our sex, sharp and wild, making me lose my mind.

He bends over me, chest pressing into my back, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You feel it, don’t you?” he rasps. “Like you’re burning up from the inside out?”

“Yes,” I whimper. His breath is hot against my cheek. My body arches into his, greedy for more. My lower belly is tightening…coiling.

His rhythm falters, and his hand slides down, thumb finding my clit, and I convulse around him as the touch pushes me beyond the edge of anything I’ve ever known. The pleasure builds, impossible to contain, a pressure that starts low and explodes outward like a detonation. I hear myself keening, halfwordless and half his name, as the orgasm rips through me. I shudder and grip the sheets, almost unable to breathe.

He falls apart at the same time I do, driving in deep and grinding against me as he loses control. I can feel every spasm of him inside me, the pulses of heat as he empties himself. He cries out, the sound guttural and primal, a noise that belongs to neither man nor beast but some perfect synthesis of the two. He jerks against me, no longer fully in control. He keeps me there…right there for the longest time.

My back bows, my eyes wide, groaning deep.

Eventually, he collapses onto me, panting, sweat-slick and shaking. I can feel his heart racing against my spine, and my own pulse beats in every inch of my body, even in my fingertips.

Then he moves to lie next to me, pulling out. We’re both struggling to catch our breath.

“Wow!” I whisper. “I almost forgot how good sex could be.” What just happened ranks right up there, but I’m not telling him that. “It’s been way too long since I’ve been with someone,” I pant, rolling onto my back.

Fury chuckles beside me, the sound rumbling through his chest. “What happened to that boyfriend you mentioned back home?”

Heat floods my cheeks, and I level him with a look. “There is no boyfriend,” I admit. “But you know that already, or you wouldn’t be here right now.”