Raid (Unfinished Hero #3)(49)

I finally got them as I needed them and pulled him free.

His c**k was big, long, thick and rock-hard, and I wanted it inside me.

“Take the packet, Hanna, and roll it on me.” He barely finished his order when I snatched the packet out of his hand, but he said, “Slow, baby.”

Darn.

I looked at him and forced myself to go slowly. This kind of worked, mostly because my hands were shaking so badly and they got to shaking worse when his hands moved to my br**sts, his thumbs started circling my ni**les and I lost concentration as that throbbed from ni**les to clit.

I finally did it and I was about to wrap my hand around his c**k when his words stopped me.

“I’m gonna guide you on me then you’re gonna take over, and when you do, you’re gonna f**k me slow.”

I held his eyes and my voice trembled when I told him, “I don’t know if I can do slow, Raid.”

When I said his name, his eyes flashed, but his lips said, “Slow, Hanna.”

“I—”

“Trust me.”

I swallowed and nodded.

“Hold onto my shoulders again, honey.”

I did as I was told.

Raiden did as he promised, moving me, positioning me, and with a hand around his cock, his other arm around my hips, he guided himself in as he pulled me down, filling me.

My head fell back at the sheer beauty.

Then his hands spanned my hips.

“Look at me.” I forced my head forward. His eyes caught mine, the pads of his fingers dug in and he ordered, “Lips to mine, baby, the whole time you f**k me slow.”

Yes.

I could do that.

So I did it.

Lips to his, my eyes open, his eyes opened, I moved on him.

Instantly, I needed more.

“When can I go faster?” I asked.

“Slow,” he answered.

“Yeah, but when can I go faster?”

“I’ll tell you, honey, now slow.”

I went slow.

I couldn’t do slow.

It was undoing me.

My hands slid up to the sides of his neck and I begged, “Raiden.”

One of his hands slid up to my breast, covered it and his thumb rubbed hard against my nipple.

I moved faster and gasped, “Raiden!”

“Slow down, Hanna.”

“Oh God,” I whimpered as I forced myself to do what he said.

His thumb kept at my nipple, and it built, and built, and built until I felt like my skin was going to split open.

“Raiden, honey, please.”

His other hand moved up my back, his fingers went into my hair, fisted and he growled against my lips, “Okay, Hanna, f**k me hard now, baby.”

Instantly, I complied.

Just as instantly, Raiden’s finger met his thumb, he tugged hard at my nipple and that seared through me.

I moaned against his lips and rode him harder.

“Fuck, but my girl is f**king magnificent,” he rumbled. “Harder, baby, f**k me.”

I f**ked him harder, gasping, whimpering, moaning. One of my hands slid into his hair and just like his at mine, it fisted. Hard.

“That’s it, baby, ride me,” he grunted as I moved. “Fuck. Magnificent. You gonna give it to me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, and his hand left my breast, traveled down and shot between my legs.

“Then give it to me,” he ordered.

His thumb tweaked my cl*t and that was all I needed.

I drove down and grinded in. My head flew back, my back arched and I cried out as I flew apart.

“Un-f*cking-believable,” I heard Raiden rasp.

Then I was on my back, Raiden’s h*ps slamming into mine and I took him, still coming, my limbs clutching him to me, my hand still fisted in his hair. I lifted my h*ps to give him more even when it left me and I shoved my face in his neck.

“Fuck me harder, sweetheart,” I gasped into his neck. His hand still in my hair tugged back, but his face stayed in my neck and his c**k drove hard and deep.

Then I felt his teeth sink into my flesh as his fingers fisted tighter in my hair. I whimpered as pain that came as pleasure hit and an aftermath shiver of pure bliss whispered through me.

Raiden planted himself to the root. I felt him come, and when he did he groaned so deep into my neck it traveled through my throat and felt like it shook the bed.

I held on and gloried when my body jolted as his h*ps jerked through his own aftermath of thrusts, pounding into me, once, twice, again and again, then finally his orgasm began to wane and the thrusts gentled, became glides and he stopped deep.

He didn’t stroke me, he didn’t work my neck with his mouth. He didn’t say anything and I didn’t either. I just held on and laid there, feeling him connected to me, in my bed. All we’d just done, what he’d demanded from me, what that meant he gave to me and the fact that I’d trusted it all to him. And Raiden had made it worth it.

Completely.

That was hot.

It was amazing.

And it was beautiful.

Then he made it more beautiful when his lips slid to the skin under my ear and he muttered, “Be back,”, then his lips slid over my jaw as he slowly, so slowly, slid out.

He barely moved his body from over mine before he dragged my afghan over me to cover my nudity, then he rolled off the bed. I curled up on my side and watched as he walked into my bathroom.