Creed (Unfinished Hero #2)(24)

“Creed,” I whispered and even I heard the depths of my need.

His big hand fanned against the side of my face, gliding back into my hair as he looked down at me, his face hot, hard and f**king beautiful.

“Two seconds, baby,” he whispered back, his hand went away, the condom came out and I spread my legs in preparation.

He positioned on his knees between my legs, I watched him roll on the condom then I knifed up, curving my arms around him and he didn’t delay. His torso pressed into mine, I fell back, bringing him with me and he slid inside.

My neck arched and my knees lifted, my thighs pressing deep into his h*ps as I moaned, “Fuck yes.”

He moved. I rounded him with my limbs, righted my neck, lifted my head and ran my tongue soothingly along the angry bite where I’d marked his neck.

I shifted my lips and in his ear whispered, “Harder.”

“Soft, slow,” he whispered in mine.

“Fast, hard.”

“Soft and slow, baby.”

I squeezed with three limbs as I squeezed him inside and dug my nails in his back, running them up.

“Fuck,” he groaned and went faster and harder.

“Yes,” I breathed and he went even faster and harder.

“You like the taste of you?” he asked, his breath coming fast.

“Is it on you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then yeah.”

“Fuck,” he groaned again, lifted his head, I turned mine and he took my mouth.

I took his.

I tasted me on him and I whimpered into his mouth.

He f**ked me harder and faster.

I pulled a leg from around him, shoved my foot into the floor and rolled him to his back. Then I rode him, even harder and faster, concentrating on giving it to him, to me, so he took over taking my mouth.

His lips broke from mine and, his big hand at the back of my head, he shoved my face in his neck and growled, “Harder, baby.”

I went harder.

Faster.

He kept growling. “Fuck, need more. I gotta f**k you.”

“I f**k you,” I panted, my breaths hitching, my blood singing.

It was building. Again.

Yes, it was building huge.

“Gotta f**k you,” Creed ground out then he flipped me to my back and took over, h*ps grinding and that felt so f**king good, so deep, so rough. It was so goddamned beautiful, my mouth opened slowly, my head gliding back, exposing my throat and his lips and tongue took it.

His hands went to my hips, yanking me up to take him deeper.

“Yes,” I whispered.

His hands slid up the sides of thighs to my knees and up, swinging my calves in. I dug my heels in and held on tight as his hands moved to my arms, lifting them up over my head. He circled my wrists, pressed them into the rug and I froze, my head righting, my eyes locked to his face.

My voice was ragged and not with sex when I demanded, “Don’t hold me down.”

His head was tipped down, his eyes to our bodies but at the sound of my voice, my tone, they shot to my face and his h*ps stilled on an inward thrust.

“Creed, don’t hold me down!” I snapped and he let my wrists go as a flash shot through his eyes.

He moved one hand to the side my face, his eyes also moving over it and his voice was ragged too, not with sex, not with what had been in mine but the emotion ran just as deep when he whispered, “Jesus, baby.”

“Fuck me, Creed,” I demanded and his gaze came to mine.

“Let’s slow it down,” he said gently.

“Fuck me,” I repeated.

“Sylvie, baby –”

I lifted my head and took his lower lip between my teeth giving it a nip. I released it and, face close, eyes all we could see, I bit out, “Creed. Fuck me.”

We held each other’s eyes.

Then he moved, gathering me in his arms, he got to his knees then to his feet. His c**k still deep inside me, he took two long strides then I was back to the couch and he was f**king me.

He went for my mouth but I turned my head and shoved my face in his neck, holding on with my arms and legs, tight. Tipping my h*ps to meet his thrusts, I erased everything from my brain but what was going on between my legs. I searched for it, reached for it and found it, my head rearing back into the cushions as I cried out my release. The pleasure, as it always did, driving away the pain.

Only bigger. Better.

Much bigger.

Way better.

I kept tight hold of him, burying my face back in his neck and keeping it there until Creed found his.

I gave him time, counting the seconds, waiting until his breath started to even then I ordered, “Get off me.” His head came up and I felt his eyes but I kept mine to his throat and repeated, “Get off me.”

“I think what just happened proves we need to talk, Sylvie,” he said softly. At his words, I heaved, twisted, he slid out and I took him to his side, back to the back of the couch.

I reared away but not so far that I couldn’t plant my hand in his chest and shove hard.

He got up on a forearm, his other hand circled my wrist tight and held mine to his chest as his eyes kept mine captive.

“You’re a total ass**le,” I hissed.

He didn’t reply, not for long seconds then he said quietly, “I had you but in the end, you checked out. I was just a cock.”