Page 64 of Scarlet Mark

“Yeah?” I grabbed her hip. “You want something, kitten?”

“You know what I want.”

I angled her upward, aligning my cock with her entrance. “Say it.”

She shivered, her nipples hard points calling for my mouth, but I was too consumed with her lips, needing to hear the words. Consent mattered here more than ever.

Her blue-green irises smoldered, her nails biting into my back. She smiled with a feline grace, the words leaving her eyes before her mouth. “Fuck me, Killian.”

I slid home, her tight sheath eliciting a growl from my chest that paled in comparison to her groan.

Heaven.

That was what it felt like between her legs.

And I wanted to stay there forever.

Her hips rose to meet mine, her pelvis setting a pace before I could even start, but I met her full-on, taking over the rhythm and branding my name into her flesh.

My tongue gyrated with hers, establishing a passionate embrace accentuated by moans and delicious screams. She scratched her initials into my skin while I punctuated mine between her legs, and we engaged in a euphoric dance unlike any other of this world.

Amara was quite literally my queen.

And I her king.

Equals, but not. She mastered me in ways I never expected, just as I brought her to heel beneath me, guiding her body as if it were my own.

I craved more.

Yearned to do this all night. All week. All month. Forevermore.

Fuck, she was an addiction.

One I never intended to quit.

“More,” she whispered, her legs wrapping around my hips. “I need more, Killian.”

“I know.” I silenced her with another kiss, driving into her with a force that would hurt most women, but not Amara. She accepted each thrust with one of her own, agony mingling with rapture. It intensified as I sat up, bringing her with me. She straddled my thighs, her back arching on a moan, her hips moving with a speed and endurance I admired. I grabbed her ass, forcing her to take more, each punishing drive eliciting sounds from her that spurred me onward. Her walls began to quiver, her body on the edge of a dangerous explosion that I longed to experience because I knew it would take me over with her.

“Let go, Amara.” I pressed my lips to her throat, loving the way her pulse thundered against my tongue. “Come for me, kitten. Let me hear you roar.”

She whimpered, her body denying her the impact she deserved.

I captured her mouth again, my hands wandering over her, petting her, reminding her of whose cock she rode, who held her. Each stroke eased her back to me, her heat evolving into a volcanic combustion that threatened to tip me over the edge, but I refused to go without her.

Easing her back onto the mattress, I slowed our movements just enough to adore her properly, to join us together in a sea of blissful sensation. She moaned, her pussy clenching around me, her panting hot against my lips.

And then she erupted, her scream excruciatingly beautiful.

“Fuck,” I whispered, her cunt so damn tight. Two more strokes had me falling with her, violent spasms rocking me harder into her and ripping a growl from my throat. It physicallyhurtto come this hard, leaving me empty and replete and shaking above her.

And yet I wanted more.

Another round.

A different position.

An entire night of exploration.