Wicked Burn (Realm Enforcers #3)(72)

“Nooooooo.” She sat straight up, her hair flying, and grabbed for his chest.

He smiled, grasped her hips, and fell backward to the floor, his butt and shoulders taking the impact. She landed on top of him, groin to groin, her knees bracketing his thighs.

“Finish what you started on the beach earlier,” he commanded.

She didn’t need to be told twice. Rising over him, impossibly wet, she positioned him at her entrance and shoved down. Firm hands on her hips stopped her when just the tip was inside her. “What are you doing?” she breathed, her nails cutting right into his chest, trying to wriggle her way down.

“Slow.” He allowed her to drop another inch.

The delicious stretch made her groan. “Let go, or I swear to the goddess, I will burn your balls from your body,” she hissed, her thighs tightening against his hips.

“I see.” Hunger glowed in his devastating eyes, and he moved his hands to her breasts. “I’ve let go.”

She rose up, using his ripped chest for balance, and shoved down using all of her weight. Even as ready as she was, she gasped as his cock rammed inside her, so big and full. She quivered around him, nerves shooting, pain melting with pleasure.

He gripped her hips again, preventing her from moving. “Take a second.”

“No.” She tried to lift herself, but he held firm. “Nicholai.”

Somehow, he swelled even bigger inside her. “I said to wait.” A vein bulged in his neck, and perspiration dotted his forehead. “Adjust so I don’t hurt you.”

“I’m adapted,” she ground out. If she didn’t move, she was going to freakin’ pass out. “Let. Go. Of. Me.”

“For now.” He squeezed hard; just another sensation piled on all the rest. Then he reached up and grabbed the back of her nape, drawing her down to his face. His kiss was carnal and shot through her like a jolt of lightning. She bit his bottom lip and then sat up, gaining balance with her knees. Her thighs bunched, and she lifted up, pounding down, her body out of control.

She rode him hard, almost too desperate to reach the finish line. Every time she came down, her clit hit his groin, but then she was up again. She couldn’t stop pounding. Leaning forward, she changed her angle and almost gave herself enough friction. So bloody close, damn it.

With a low chuckle, Nick abandoned her tits, reached down, and pinched her clit between two fingers. The impact was localized in a sharp detonation that spiraled out rapidly. The cabin went white, she threw back her head, and exploded. She increased her pace, pushing down hard, prolonging the pleasure.

Finally, with a muffled sigh, she fell forward onto him.

He ran both hands down her back to cup her butt.

Her heart raced, and no doubt he could feel it. She sucked in air, her body tingling. Slowly, awareness crept back in. He was still inside her, still fully erect. She shoved herself up high enough to see his face. “Um.”

Sin coated his smile. “My turn.”

“Ah,” she said, unable to form a complete word.

“Hmmm.” He released her clit.

Blood rushed back into the bundle of nerves, and she gasped, leaning over him. Her body was one long, electrical wire with pulses still pounding through every inch. Even so, there was no way she could go again. “I need a reprieve.” She chuckled.

“No.” He sat up and lifted her right off him, the muscles bunching in his arms. Demon strength was beyond cool and caused a surprising flutter in her abdomen. Standing, he took her with him, and placed her on her feet. He reached out and ran a hand across the edge of the table. “Too rough.” Looking around her, he scowled at the sofa. “Too grungy.” He turned her toward the bed. “The best choice.”

She eyed the clean-looking linen bedspread. “I agree.”

“Good.” He leaned down, and his lips brushed the back of her ear.

She shivered and started for the bed, only to be stopped by his hand around her bicep. “On the bed, hands and knees,” he whispered.

The sexy, raspy tone licked straight through her. She pulled away and turned to face him, standing there so proud and strong. And erect. Very. “Hands and knees?”

His gaze swept her bare body. “You rode your way, now it’s my turn to ride my way.”

Even as she became quickly aroused again, she felt a quick bite of amusement. “Ride? I’m no horse.”

“No. You’re all woman. Now, get over there before I put you there.”

Oh, he knew her way too well to even think she’d obey blindly, and by the anticipation glinting in his eyes, he was counting on a show of spirit. “You wanna fight, Veis?” she asked, her legs tensing.

“No, I wanna f*ck, Simone.” He took a threatening step toward her, the intensity on his face almost giving her pause. “Last chance, baby. It’s too late for gentle, but I’m not too rough . . . yet.”

A tremble rolled through her, toes to head, pausing in her center to heat. Desire ignited inside her like a flash fire. Oh, he’d never hurt her, that she knew. Yet pushing him when he was in such a state of arousal held enough danger to make her think twice. She certainly wouldn’t crawl on over and get in position. But she could take the safer route, chuck a pillow at him, and jump on the bed, or she could take a risk and challenge him full-out.

Nicholai Veis would meet any challenge.