Omens (The Dark in You #6) - Suzanne Wright Page 0,34

was a fever in his blood.

Drowning in the hot, silken feel of her, he kept on driving hard and fast. He couldn’t ease up. Couldn’t slow down. He could only pound deep into her pussy over and over, driven by a need so basic and vicious he was helpless against it.

He wanted her to feel branded. Possessed. Owned. Greedy for more. He wanted no other man to ever again be good enough for her. Which made him a dick, but there it was.

Sexual energy swirled around her, sweet and spicy and mouth-watering. He breathed it in, let it fill his lungs. Fuck, the taste of her … no other beat it.

Still thrusting fast and deep, he grabbed her hand and splayed it over her stomach. “Can you feel me? Can you feel how deep I am?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “God, don’t stop, I’m gonna come.”

She wasn’t the only one. He felt the telling tingle at the base of his spine, knew he wouldn’t last much longer. How could he? Those throaty fucking moans were killing him, and the inferno-hot grasp of her pussy was so gorgeously tight it was also pure torture.

He draped himself over her and gave her his weight. “I want to feel your pussy clamp down on my cock. I want to shoot my come so deep inside you, you’ll swear you can taste it.”

She clung to his back, pricking him with her nails. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He slipped his hand between their bodies and parted her slick folds. “Come.” He brutally rammed into her, hitting her clit with his dick again and again.

Her body shook, her head fell back, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Keenan spat a curse as her hot, snug pussy contracted around him. His thrusts turned rough and erratic as he jackhammered into her over and over. Then he drove his swelling cock balls-deep inside her and exploded so intensely he could swear he saw stars.

Feeling as pliant as melted wax, Khloé let her arms flop to her sides. Yowza. Just yowza.

They lay there for a few minutes, shaking with aftershocks and striving to catch their breath. Finally, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back—she felt his reluctance to move, and it made her demon smug.

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to be that rough. Did I hurt you?”

Khloé looked at him, knowing she wore a lazy, sated expression. “I look in pain to you?”

He didn’t respond to the rhetorical question. He merely stood upright and held out his hand. She took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Her body ached in some very interesting places, but she liked it.

His gaze raked over her, but there was no heat this time. His expression was carefully blank. She could almost see him pulling in, pulling away, making sure she understood it was just sex and that he’d meant it when he said there’d be no repeat.

Khloé almost rolled her eyes. Guys were always so sure that women would get “attached.” It was kind of narcissistic, really.

She hadn’t once doubted that he meant what he’d said. Nor had she read anything into what just happened. But the sudden remoteness in his manner chilled her all the same. Her demon glared at him, itching to do something that would snap him out of it.

“Bathroom?” he asked.

“The downstairs one is to the left of the kitchen.” Watching his naked ass stride into the bathroom, she almost hummed. Well, it was a very nice image. One she wouldn’t see again. But that was okay. Really. Truly.

She reached for her clothes. By the time he reappeared from the bathroom, having disposed of the condom, she’d slipped her dress and panties back on.

He pulled on his own clothes without a word and then turned to her, clenching his fists … as if not trusting that he wouldn’t make a grab for her. His expression might be blank, but it was clear to her that he didn’t want to leave—his reluctance was right there in his body language. That made her feel a little better, but her demon was still in a funk.

Seconds ticked by, and then he cleared his throat. “Lock up after me.” He left without a second glance. How nice.

*

Every house she passed looked the same. Plain and sterile with a white, rusty car in the driveway and a small, neglected lawn. No matter how far or how fast Khloé walked along the footpath, she couldn’t seem to get closer to