Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,77

what you want.”

“More,” she said as she curled her short fingernails into his sides. “I don’t know…something…more. It’s not enough.”

His hair flopped against his forehead as he stared down at her. “You want me to fuck you now?”

She nodded. That lip was back between her teeth, and if he wasn’t careful, he’d unload inside the condom from the sight alone. She nodded again.

“My pleasure.” This time he thrust harder, making her back arch off the bed.

She cried out.

Thunder bent down and kissed her until she released the abused flesh. “Don’t keep it in,” he said against her mouth, already breathing hard. “I want to hear you. I fucking love your sounds.”

“O-okay,” she said, eyes wide and glassy. Their gazes met, and he swore at that moment she saw past all his bullshit straight to the man he was. The man who feared getting crushed by love and had no idea what to do with all these churning emotions.

“Thank you.” He kissed her again, then talking ceased as he powered into her over and over. Beneath him, Makenna mewled and whimpered with every hammer of his hips. She gripped him like he’d disappear if she let go.

Would he bear ten small round bruises from the force of her fingers clinging to his sides? She’d probably turn beet red with embarrassment, but fuck, he hoped she’d marked his skin.

It’d been so damn long since he found this much pleasure in a woman. Since he wanted one to mark him, fuck him up in the best way, and do the same to her. Even longer since he wanted to see one again after he fucked her. But he wanted more than just core-shaking sex. He wanted the way she looked at him with a combination of shyness, need, and curiosity. He wanted her smiles and laughs. And he wanted her to want him just as much.

Within minutes, his balls had drawn up tight, nearly pulsing with the need to come. Makenna was close too.

She planted her heels on the bed, lifting her hips. Thrust for thrust, she met him with her brand of desperation. Her eyes were screwed shut, but her mouth hung open as she sucked in deep, gasping breaths. Her dark hair clung to her damp forehead, and a sheen of perspiration covered her chest, beckoning him. He licked the side of her neck, unable to resist a taste. That fucking salty-sweet was dammed delicious.

Thunder picked up the pace. With each thrust of his hips, his orgasm drew closer until holding back became nearly imposing. He stared down at her. For sure, she’d be right there with him, ready to explode.

But what he saw almost made him stop. No longer did her face look contorted in pleasure, but in fierce concentration. Maybe she needed a little clit action. Why the fuck hadn’t he thought of that before? With a gentle touch, he used his thumb to stroke a circle around the firm nub.

Makenna jolted.

“That’s the spot, isn’t it, baby?”

She nodded, but didn’t relax, didn’t open her eyes, didn’t come. Her groan wasn’t one of pleasure, but of frustration.

What the hell?

“Mak?”

She didn’t answer but continued to pump her hips against him as though working with a single-minded focus to get herself off. Gone was the intimate connection that had crackled between them. She’d severed the link with her fierce determination. He might as well have been that pink vibrator for all the attention she paid him. Typically, that was fine by him, preferred even, but something about this wasn’t working for her, and that wasn’t acceptable. He wanted the soft, mewling woman who’d stared up at him with adoration.

“Mak,” he said again, with tenderness. He slowed his hips until they rocked in and out of her with small gentle movements.

“N-no,” she said on a groan. Her eyes were screwed so tight, she’d give herself a headache. She bucked as though trying to fuck herself on him, so he pressed his weight into her to hold her still.

“Makenna, look at me,” he said before pressing a kiss to each of her eyes.

She shook her head. “I c-can’t.”

“Sweetheart,” he said as softly, and with as much care as he could manage, despite the fact he was still buried inside her tight heat. “Look at me.”

On instinct, he wrapped a hand around the front of her throat, squeezing with slight pressure. Not enough to restrict her breathing, but enough to snatch her attention.

Her eyes flew open, and she met his gaze. Then she moaned. Not