Celt. (Den of Mercenaries #2)(46)

But she could feel it in the tight tension of his body how badly he needed more.

In seconds, she was wrapping her lips around him, taking him as deep as she could. His head fell back as a pleasurable sigh escaped his lips.

"Fuck, that's good," he grumbled, his voice thick with lust.

Even as he sifted a hand through her hair, twisting in the curls to guide her movements, he gave a sharp smack to her thigh, a silent command for her to open for him.

Never had she been more turned in sucking a man's cock, but with Kyrnon, she felt like she would die if he didn't f*ck her. The moment her thighs were open, his gaze shot there as well, taking in the desire that she couldn't hide.

He appreciated the sight, another muttered curse coming from him. She took him deeper still until she was nearly deep throating him.

Laying one hand on her stomach, he dragged it down, pulling all the sensation with him as he finally gave her what they both wanted.

There was no hesitation, no moment of making sure she was ready before his fingers were delving between her slippery folds, then two were thrust into her so deep she spasmed around his fingers.

"So f*cking sensitive," he murmured low. "You're begging for it."

Her eyes squeezed shut as he slowly started pumping those fingers inside of her, dragging across nerves that had her back arching off the floor. Once she finally had them reopened, she realized it wasn't down at her that his gaze was focused.

Instead, on the mirror opposite them. It provided an unobstructed view of her, of him. The way she worked his cock, and just how deep his fingers were buried inside her *.

Through the mirror, she could see his glistening fingers, the way his heated gaze was rapt to her sex. He almost seemed entranced.

Dragging his fingers from her sex, he pulled her off his cock just as quick. She didn’t think she had ever felt more aware of her own body as his gaze drifted over her like a physical touch.

Flipping her onto her back, he crawled between her spread legs once more. Hooking her leg around his waist, he shoved the slightly curling strands of his hair back out of his face, not wanting anything to obstruct his view of her.

His fingers were back between her legs before she could take another breath. She was insatiable when it came to him, arching and writhing as he plunged two fingers back into her *, dragging them back out with aching slowness, repeating the action over and over again until she was gasping and trembling, but even as he drew her closer to that maddening edge, he brought her back down

“I can feel you squeezing me,” he murmured, pressing his fingers in deep then rubbing the pad of his thumb in small circles over her clit. “That’s it, f*ck yourself—take what you want.”

A deep whine clawed up her throat as she was helpless but to obey his command, feeling that impending release inching ever closer. This time, he didn’t pull back, but f*cked into her harder until she was crashing over the edge so fast and so hard that she was seeing stars.

Before she could come down, however, he was flipping her over once more, hands at her hips as he pulled her back into the cradle of his hips, the swollen head of his cock rubbing over slippery flesh.

A broad palm pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing her chest down further until her hardened nipples brushed the soft fur of his rug, her ass was high for him.

“Stay there,” he ordered gruffly, bringing that same hand down over the curve of her ass as he moved away.

Amber had no idea what he planned, but she didn’t have enough time to wonder before he was back, his cock sheathed in latex. With one hand curled around her hip, he fisted his cock, dragging the length over her soaked *. She couldn’t focus on this for long, not when she felt his fingers sliding down her back until he was at the base of her spine, then down further.

Dipping his fingers into her sex first, he brought them back up and gently eased just the tip of his finger inside of her puckered hole.

“Is this okay?” he thought to ask, giving her a moment to get used to the intrusion.

Even as she nodded, a shot of fear and lust dueled inside of her. The few experiences with Rob had been awkward, and she didn’t think she could ever get into it, but Kyrnon was different.

And she knew this would be different too.

As he began to ease more of his finger inside of her, his tone was soothing as he said, “Relax. I’ll take care of you.”

The words sent a shot of arousal down to her aching core, reminding her how badly she wanted to be filled by him. It was good, so f*cking good, the way he manipulated her body, whipping her body into a frenzy to the point that she was pressing back into his touch, a moan spilling from her as he added another finger.

Kyrnon took his time, like they had all the time in the world for him to make her feel it. Only when he had her begging in soft, broken moans for more, her cheek pressed to the floor, her lips parted as she fought for breath, did he finally ease his fingers out of her, drawing her up until her back was pressed against his front.

She could feel his teeth along the curve of her shoulder, even as he positioned his cock where he had pulled his fingers from. Whimpering as she felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against that tight ring of muscles, she trembled in his hold.

“Shh,” he soothed at her ear. “I’ve got you.”

There would be pain, she knew, but there was nothing quite like the sensation of him pushing into her. It almost felt like he wouldn’t fit, and she was dangerously close to demanding he take it out, but he paused, turning her to face him with a hand to her cheek before claiming her lips.