“Abram.” She moaned his name, the need in her voice pushing the blinding haze of lust higher and ripping at the control he was fighting to hold onto. “It’s so good. Your fingers…” Her h*ps lifted and flexed into each thrust he worked inside the gripping flesh.
Damn, she was hot. Her pu**y clamped and sucked at his fingers, as he imagined his c**k buried inside the snug, fist-tight flesh.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, desperation filling her voice. “Please, Abram, f**k me. Make me come.”
For a second, just a few fragile seconds, he lost his grip on his control.
He sucked her cl*t tighter into his mouth, his tongue working it, licking against it as his fingers began to thrust deeper, harder, feeling her tighten, then a second later, feeling her explode.
It was the most incredible sensation for him.
Never while pleasuring a woman had he spilled himself to the sheets simply from his lover’s pleasure, but as Paige’s pu**y tightened on his fingers with a strength that had him groaning at the thought of it wrapped around his dick, he couldn’t hold back.
As she came, her flesh rippling and clenching, he let his fingertips stroke a tiny spot deep and high inside her pu**y, extending her cl**ax and the shudders of release.
With each hard jerk of her body he let her ease down. Slowly, because he wanted to relish it. Drawing it out, because the thought of letting her go was suddenly abhorrent.
Paige’s eyes were open, unseeing, dazed. All she was aware of, all she could process was the hard, brilliant flashes of light and pleasure rippling through her. It burned, exploded in flashing points of ecstasy that had her tightening to the breaking point.
She could feel every nerve ending in her body sizzling, burning in rapture.
She gasped, fighting to pull oxygen into her lungs as throaty, ecstatic moans escaped her throat.
She had never known herself to make such sounds. She had never known such pleasure or that pleasure could be so destructive and yet so filled with satisfaction.
As the last pulsing wave of release eased through her body, she blinked, feeling his fingers ease from her as he moved up her body, his chest rising hard and fast with his accelerated breathing, perspiration gleaming on his flesh.
His gaze looked almost satiated, his face flushed. There was a dominant, possessive expression that had her stilling while watching him warily.
“While you’re here, until I can get you home, until I can ensure your safety you will stay within this suite. You will sleep in my bed and you will belong to me.”
Well hell, and here she thought she already did.
But she kept her lips wisely closed and simply stared back at him defiantly, even if she really didn’t feel that much defiance.
And her reward?
His gaze flamed with lust again.
His expression tightened with it.
And if she wasn’t mistaken his c**k was harder, thicker beneath the damp cotton of the loose trousers he still wore.
7
“Are you on birth control?”
Abram asked as Paige pulled on the long, winter-warm gray thobe he had handed her moments before.
The loose dresslike garment flowed around her rather shapelessly but it covered her, and it was warm.
“Paige.” He repeated her name, obviously expecting an answer.
Lifting her head she stared back at him, still amazed that she had, less than an hour ago, cl**axed in his arms as though she were exploding from the inside out, and he still hadn’t fully had sex with her.
“I’m protected,” she replied. “I’m the one that can get pregnant, so I’m the one that makes certain it doesn’t happen.”
“I’ll need to have whatever you take collected quickly,” he told her. “Give me the name and dosage so I can have Tariq acquire it.”