to be in you.” Wicked fast, he snapped open his fly, freed his dick, slipped on a condom, and lifted her. The moment she wrapped her legs around his waist, he lined up the broad head to the slick entrance of her pussy. “This is going to be fast and rough, baby.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why? That’s what you are. My baby.” He yanked her down hard, slamming her onto his dick, forcing her to take every inch. She sucked in a breath, digging her nails into his back through his tee.
He groaned as her inferno hot pussy tightened and rippled around him. “So fucking good. Have you missed my cock?”
“It’s your only redeeming quality,” she all but snarled. His demon chuckled.
“That’s probably true.” Gripping her ass tight, Keenan hammered into her. Brutal. Savage. Merciless. Loving the prick of her nails, her husky little moans, and the erotic sound of flesh slapping flesh.
She was small, but she took all of him, demanding more, harder, faster. He gave her what she asked for, needing it just as much as she did.
He hated that there was a condom between them. He wanted to feel her, skin to skin; wanted to pump every ounce of his come inside her. One day, he thought. He’d take her without a condom one day.
Out of control, he relentless powered into her. The spicy, delectable taste of the sexual energy spilling from her spurred him on. He breathed it in, absorbed it into his system, took her inside him. Nothing tasted better than her. Nothing.
He wanted her to walk out of the break room with her lips swollen from his kisses, smelling of him and sex. He wanted people to understand that she was now officially off-limits.
He couldn’t yet do as his demon demanded and claim her as his mate—it was too soon for that. Neither she nor Keenan were ready for it. But they were now in a relationship whether she liked it or not, and he wouldn’t be sharing her with others. He delivered that message with every hard, territorial thrust.
Khloé dug her heels into his lower back, moaning at the feel of his dick furiously ramming into her over and over, winding her tight as a damn drum. He rutted on her—there was no other word for it. He kept his face buried in the crook of her neck, grunting and growling like a wild animal. All that raw sexual aggression only made her hotter.
Her demon relished it, wanting more. Only more. It was greedy for whatever he would give.
His hands clutched her ass tight, digging his fingers so hard into her flesh that she knew he’d leave bruises. She didn’t care. Didn’t care that he was leaving suckling little bites of ownership on her neck. She only cared about the orgasm that was so close.
Every cell in her body seemed coiled tight with a tension that just kept on building and building. She was going to come so damn hard … if only he’d let her.
She licked her lips. “Keenan.” What she’d intended to be a demand came out sounding more like a plea for mercy.
His teeth nipped her neck. “I know what you want.” He shifted his angle so that he was hitting her sweet spot with every hard, perfect thrust. “Come for me.”
She imploded as a shockingly powerful orgasm smashed into her system. Her eyes went blind. Her back arched like a bow. A scream tore out of her throat, but Keenan swallowed it as he closed his mouth over hers. He thrust harder, faster, rougher.
With a guttural growl, he yanked her down one last time just as he jammed his cock impossibly deep inside her. Then he exploded.
Breathing hard, she collapsed against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Little aftershocks rocked her sated body, and she couldn’t help but let out a contented hum.
Just as satisfied, her demon stretched. It was smug that it had gotten what it wanted; smug that he’d done as his own entity predicted and “lost the fight.”
Not entirely sure what exactly that meant for her, Khloé lifted her head. “I’m not asking for any promises from you, but I need you to know I’m not interested in being a girl whose door you go knocking on whenever you feel like a quickie.” She had nothing against fuck-buddy arrangements, but they weren’t a good idea if you cared for the buddy.
He danced his fingertips down the side of her face. “I don’t want something casual from