Protege(55)

Leaning up, he fit his cock to her opening. “Is this what you need?” He edged only deep enough to stretch her slightly.

That was a start. “Please . . .”

His moan echoed her own as he sank into her. His strong body pressed into her soft curves as he slowly rocked over her. Picturing his strength and perfect formation as his chest lifted with each dip into her, she felt her arousal double.

Her hands fisted the bedding as his fingers closed over hers, pressing them deeper into the mattress. Mesmerized, she stared at their entwined fingers as he consumed her. His breath chased over her neck, teasing her damp curls. His belly glided against her spine as his gravelly moans met her ears and his intensely male scent filled her lungs.

It was by far the most intimate experience of her entire life.

“Sir,” she rasped.

He paused, and she regretted interrupting him. Buried deep, his body braced over hers. “Yes, Collette?” So soft was his voice in that moment she found herself breathless once more.

Words escaped her, at least the pretty sort that could accurately express what she was feeling in that moment under his total possession. “Thank you for . . . this.”

He growled, dark and hedonistically, as he pulled back, driving into her again. She gasped at the stimulating fullness, her pelvis digging into the mattress.

“Do you like my cock in your ass, peach?”

It wasn’t so much the physical act that was getting her high as the implied possession. He had her, pinned, pegged, and ready to beg. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“Thank you for what?” He thrust again.

Her flesh tingled as arousal turned to a sort of essence surrounding her. She bathed in the sense of everything outside of that moment, outside of him and her, letting go. “Thank you for showing me how good your cock feels filling my ass.”

His breathing turned labored. Cupping her jaw, he turned her face and slammed his lips to hers, driving his tongue deep into her mouth as his body thrust into her. “You . . .” He whispered over her lips as he continued to hold her face and kiss her. “Why do you always know what to say?”

He seemed angry yet pleased. His touch was intense, but anything less would have been superficial. It seemed that being inside her like this unleashed a part of him she’d yet to witness. It called to her compliant nature and had her bending to his every touch, a malleable body from which he could take his pleasure.

Her mind spun as he thrust harder and harder, his hips slamming into her ass. He released her face, and her mouth opened as she called out his name. The harder he pounded, the more she wanted. It seemed her ass could take a much harder f*cking than her *, and this act seemed to be freeing demons caged long ago.

“Who owns this ass?”

“You do, Sir.”

“And what do you say when I give you my cock like this?”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Faster, he drilled into her, and suddenly something deep in her sex connected with her unraveling mind as her breasts pressed into the bedding. He possessed her mind, her body, and—she was pretty certain—a part of her soul no other would ever claim. Quickly, like a lit fuse chasing a powder line, her body tensed and flooded with unprecedented pleasure. “Sir, may I . . .” God, there would be no stopping it.

He drove into her harder. “You have my permission. Come.”

Her mouth opened on a cry as her toes curled and her body ignited. He groaned and withdrew. Heat streaked her back in pulsing jets as her legs trembled and her mind blanked. There was only the space in between, no lines dividing, no him, no her, only them, only energy and sensation, dark and throbbing.

Warmth spread inside her as her body burned, and everything seemed different, as if she’d been initiated into a world of carnality she’d never visited. Cool pressure gently prodded her behind and she grumbled, her body too oversensitive to tolerate the slightest touch.

“Be still.”

The pressure disappeared and her body was lifted and folded, pulled into a cozy niche that smelled incredible, like male ego and authority. He rocked her in his arms, laying kisses on her eyelashes and cheeks. “You did very well, Collette. Very well as always.” His voice turned hoarse. “Good girl.”

Her mind tried to hold on to his words, but they slipped away as she floated off on a dream, safe and secure. There had never been a more peaceful place to rest than in his arms.

***

Collette awoke in what felt like the middle of the night surrounded by pitch black. Heat surrounded her as Jude held her close to his body, his leg wrapped around her and grounding her in place. Carefully, she shifted his weight off her. They were definitely in his bed now, the curtains on the frame closed around them.

“Where are you sneaking off to?”

She stilled and smiled. “I’m starving. What time is it?”

“Probably close to eight.”

“Do you mind if I go find food? I can bring a tray up.”

He stretched in the darkness, his hand sliding over hers and squeezing in such a tender and evocative way that it rendered her shocked for a moment. For someone who thought it imperative they not lose sight of the nature of their association, he sure had a strange way of showing it.

“Go ahead. I’m going to shower.”

She leaned close and he stilled. Brazenly, she pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Sir.”