Kyler's Justice (Assassins of Gravas Book 3) - N.J. Walters Page 0,55

Darkos.

The head of his cock nudged at her opening. She held her breath as he sank into her one slow inch at a time until he was buried to the hilt. They were both gasping. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. “Mine.” His claim should have gotten her back up. She’d fought her entire life for independence, not to be under any man’s authority.

But Kyler was nothing like the men in her family. His possession was a vow to protect, to see to her comfort and well-being. She wanted so badly to believe him that her heart ached. At this moment, at least, it was true.

“Where have you gone?” He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

She shook her head, not willing to bring up the differences between them. Not here. Not now. “Love me.” It was what she needed.

He gave another of those sexy growls and began to thrust, stretching her sheath each time he plunged inward. Everywhere he touched seemed to brand her skin. He was so big, so larger than life. It would be easy to be consumed by him.

She hooked her legs more tightly around him and rolled her hips, trying to get closer. Heat radiated from him. Black eyes watched her intently, gauging her every reaction, every emotion, stripping her emotionally bare. She started to close her eyes, but he leaned down and nipped the sensitive skin at the curve of her neck. It was jolting and arousing.

“Keep looking at me.” Since it seemed so important to him, she lost herself in his eyes, staring deeply into the abyss of his soul.

His thrusts grew harder, deeper. He looked more like a man in pain than one experiencing pleasure. Her tender heart aching, she pressed her lips against his, capturing his tortured moan. His entire body stiffened, and she was flooded with his release. It seemed to go on forever. He kept thrusting, angling his body so his pelvis brushed her clit with each stroke. Pleasure rolled through her, not as intense as the first time, but somehow more satisfying, as this time they were together.

Tilting her head back, she stared up at the white ceiling as her heart and breathing calmed. She was hot and sticky and content. Kyler buried his face against her neck and licked the spot he’d bitten earlier. She scrunched her shoulders up, not sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. Her skin was incredibly sensitive.

His back was slick when she ran her hands over it before burying them in his hair. A quick tug and he was looking at her. “Don’t hurt me again like you did back at the bar. Be honest. Don’t lie.”

His entire body stiffened. “I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you the truth. You made assumptions.”

“But you did it for a reason.” They were still intimately joined but were already drifting apart. “It hurt me. I can’t do this”—she squeezed her inner muscles around his still hard shaft—“if you lie to me.” It was important he understand. “I’m not asking you to betray your king or world. Just don’t use me as a pawn in your plans again or I’ll walk away.”

“Blackmail?” There was a hard thread in his silken voice.

She shook her head. “Self-preservation. You’ve gotten too close, too fast. You can hurt me more than anyone I’ve ever known.” Maybe it wasn’t smart to tell him that, but there was no time for deception. “You already have. Don’t do it again.”

Gods, she wished she could get a glimpse into his mind. Other than the twitch of a muscle under one eye, there was no indication of his intentions.

He reached around her and pressed the controls on the gel cleansing unit. A fine mist rained down over them. She pushed gently at his shoulders, but he ignored her attempts to get away from him.

When the drying light came on, she shook her head. “Neither one of us is clean.” Not with their fronts still plastered together.

His mouth came down on hers, hard and furious. He didn’t kiss her. He consumed her. If their lovemaking had been intense earlier, now it was off the charts. Time lost all meaning. His fingers played over her skin, soft and hard in turn. All she could do was hang on as he drove them both up and over again.

When he finally pulled out, she would have been happy to curl up on the floor and nap. He held her up and set the gel