Into the Mist (Falcon Mercenary Group #1)(16)

“At least it’s not red this time,” he muttered.

She laughed. “Did I scar you for life with the colored cock?”

“You have a sick sense of humor,” he said darkly.

She scooted back up his body and placed her hands on his taut belly. “You have such a great body,” she murmured.

He ran his hands over her shoulders and down until he cupped both br**sts. “The feeling is entirely mutual.”

He moved lower until his fingers dug into her hips. He lifted her as though she weighed nothing and settled her over his cock. For a moment he held her there, prolonging the sensation. Then he lowered her until she sheathed him completely.

They both sighed with satisfaction.

“I could die happy,” he said.

“Be careful what you wish for,” she warned. He moved so quick she barely had time to blink before she was underneath him, pinned to the bed. He was so deep inside her that she could barely breathe. Both her hands were above her head, held tight with one of his. And now she knew he’d merely been playing with her before.

She narrowed her eyes. “I was only joking.”

He rolled his hips against hers, driving deeper. “Funny, but I don’t believe you.”

Dizzying heat bloomed in her abdomen, raced through her pelvis. Each time he withdrew and rocketed forward again, her body tensed a bit more. Pressure built and squeezed until she writhed helplessly beneath him.

“If I wanted you dead, you would be,” she gritted out.

He slid out of her until the head of his dick barely rimmed her entrance. He palmed her breast with his free hand and tweaked her nipple until it stood stiff and erect. Then he bent down and nipped sharply just as he slammed back into her.

“Am I supposed to be grateful?” he murmured around a mouthful of her breast.

“I’m going to change my mind about killing you if you don’t start moving.”

He chuckled softly against her nipple then lapped it with his tongue.

“Fuck me, damn it.”

He reached down, grabbed her right leg and hooked his arm underneath. He pulled upward, spreading her wider. It made her feel vulnerable. Way more exposed.

“Oh, I’ll f**k you, sugar. Buckle down for a long, hard ride.”

Finally.

She whimpered when he slammed into her, her elevated leg giving him deeper access into her pu**y. God, it hurt, but the pain was delicious.

He showed absolutely no mercy, and she loved every minute as he pounded into her over and over.

Suddenly her hands were free as he let go and grabbed her other leg. He shoved both legs up, over his arms, higher as he thrust.

She gripped his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin. He moaned and tensed between her legs as he surged deeper. She licked over the column of his neck, and when she reached his ear, she sank her teeth into the cord below his lobe.

He shuddered and bit out a curse. “Are you close?”

She closed her eyes and gripped him tighter. Sucked his skin into her mouth. Marked him. Her body tightened. “Yes. God, yes.”

“Thank, God,” he muttered. “I’m not going to last. Come with me, sugar.”

He rode her, hard and unrelenting. The slap of flesh on flesh filled the room. She bit him again and felt him stab deeper into her. The pressure mounted unbearably. The pleasure was too much. She arched into him, every muscle in her body seizing. And then she burst, and a thousand little spasms erupted in her groin. Wave after excruciating wave blew over her.

Eli strained against her, his body quivering as he pushed himself further into her, like he wanted to invade every inch. He fell forward, covering her. They both lay shuddering in the aftermath, his body a blanket over hers.

She should push him away, avoid such intimacy. Sex was sex. But it felt good. He felt good. And she didn’t want the moment to end just yet.

“Holy Mother of God. I think you might have killed me after all.”

She smiled against his shoulder.

He shifted his weight and rolled to the side, and she had to bite her tongue to still the protest that sprang to her lips. His arm snaked over her side and pulled her close to his chest.

“If I go to sleep, you’re not going to off me are you?”

Did she want him to stay? Sleep implied he’d stay over. She bit her lip. The truth was, she didn’t want him to leave. She needed information. Needed some way closer to him. But she knew those weren’t the reasons she didn’t want him to go.

“I’m too tired to murder you,” she mumbled as she snuggled deeper into his arms.

He stroked her hair then let his hand glide over her back and to her bare bottom. “Let me get rid of the condom.”

She relaxed as he rolled away, and a moment later, she was back in his embrace. They both wanted information. She knew it and he knew it. But for the time being, they were content with mind-blowing sex. They’d deal with the rest tomorrow.

Chapter Five

Tyana awoke to Eli’s hand stroking up and down her spine. He was flat on his back, and she was curled into the crook of his arm, her head pillowed on his chest. It was nauseatingly cozy.

“We’ve f**ked twice, and I still don’t know your name,” Eli said.

She stiffened, but his hand continued its caress.

“Or why you came after me in Singapore.”

She clenched her jaw.