If either one of us moved a millimeter, he’d officially be inside me. And damn it, I wanted it. I wanted him.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I opened my eyes and tried to keep my expression neutral. “Why?”
“Because I want to see your eyes when I take you.”
Gulp.
“Then hurry the hell up, because I’m about to fall asleep from boredom here.”
I felt his muscles coil under my palms, against my torso and thighs. He entered me with one vicious thrust.
Time stopped.
Oxygen ceased to exist.
Everything I knew to be true flew from my head to make room for one crystal clear realization: Lucian Rollins was inside me.
“Breathe, Sloane.” The command sounded pained.
I sucked in a wheezy breath.
“Christ. Baby, I need you to relax.” Lucian’s forehead met mine. “You don’t have all of it yet.”
I didn’t have all of it yet? I was already stretched to max capacity. I was one tiny wiggle away from orgasming all over however many inches he’d managed to cram inside me.
“Again, Pix. Breathe for me,” he ordered.
I managed a deeper breath this time and felt my muscles give ever so slightly.
“That’s my girl.” His voice was a rough caress. “Again.”
This time, the oxygen came easier. I forced myself to relax, muscle by muscle, until I was no longer clinging to the man like a horny barnacle.
“Okay, I think I—”
Lucian fucked the thought right out of my head. I had him all. Every throbbing inch of him had invaded. I was pinned to the bed on the verge of supreme sexual satisfaction, and there was no going back.
I screamed something unintelligible.
“Fuck,” he rasped.
Oh no. It was happening. I felt it building in my body. Two thrusts and Lucian Rollins was about to make me come. The early tremors began. I could feel those delicate little muscles fluttering over his hard flesh.
I had to hide it. Had to pretend it wasn’t happening.
A rumble let loose in Lucian’s chest. He was scowling at me, into me like he was pissed off that it felt so good. I wasn’t happy about it either. And then he moved and I forgot what I was thinking because I was falling apart.
The orgasm detonated inside me, ripping through my body and annihilating everything that had ever existed before Lucian’s cock entered me. I rippled, convulsed, writhed around him, clinging to him with nails and teeth as colors burst behind my eyelids like an erotic fireworks display.
Every inch of me from my glittery toenails to the roots of my hair participated in the ecstasy.
This wasn’t the best orgasm of my life. Because this wasn’t an orgasm. This was a life-altering religious experience. It rolled on and on, wave after wave of pleasure.
I was trembling from the aftershocks, each one more satisfying than any orgasm I’d ever had in my entire sexual career.
“You just came on my cock.”
I pried one eye open to peer into his unfairly handsome face. He looked smug, as to be expected. But there was something else there. Wonder? Awe? Possession?
“I did not. You’re mistaken,” I panted. My throat hurt, which I found odd. Was I coming down with something? Had Lucian’s giant penis thrust so far into my body that I got a sore throat?
“You just screamed ‘Lucian, I’m coming’ loud enough that I’m probably going to have to call down to security to assure them everything is fine.”
That explained the sore throat.
“Well, that was fun and all. I think I’ll go back down to the bar and—”
Lucian showed me exactly what he thought of that empty threat by sealing his mouth over mine and driving into the very depths of me.
His long, hard body pressed mine deeper into the mattress as he thrust with expert precision. Even now, he was so controlled, and I felt like I was spinning off into space.
I dug my nails into his shoulders. “Stop treating me like I’m going to break.”
He stilled, another annoying display of willpower.
“Believe it or not, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Unless you hit me in the eye with that nightstick between your legs, you’re not going to hurt me. You’ve got this one night to fuck me any way you want me. Don’t waste it being some gentle giant.”
“Sloane.”
He packed quite the ominous warning into my name. But there was a spark, a question in those liquid silver eyes.
“Lucian.” I gripped his face in my hands and dug my heels into his firm butt cheeks. “I want you to take me hard.” It was what I needed. What he needed. If we were really going to get this out of our systems, we had to do it the right way.