Rogue Darkness by Dianne Duvall

Sean altered the angle of his hips, stimulating her clit with every thrust. Her breath shortened when he toyed with her breast.

“Yes. More, Sean. Please.”

Oh yeah. His balls tightened. She felt so fucking good. Her body writhing beneath him. Little moans of pleasure driving him wild until she threw her head back and cried out with another climax.

He groaned as her warmth clamped down around him, squeezing rhythmically until he could hold back his release no longer. Shouting her name, Sean poured his heat inside her and didn’t think he had ever come so hard in his life.

Heart racing, he braced his elbows on the bed and let her take a little more of his weight while he lowered his head to the pillow beside hers.

Nicole’s hold loosened as her muscles relaxed. Her breath came fast. And her heart raced beneath her breast. Every once in a while, a residual ripple from her orgasm would tighten her inner muscles around him in the most delicious way.

Warmth and affection welled up within him. Burrowing his arms beneath her, Sean hugged her close and pressed a loving kiss to her shoulder.

Her slender arms came around him. One hand stroked his back while she buried the other in his hair and massaged his scalp. He smiled. No other woman could make him feel this way.

Only Nicole.

Gradually, their breathing slowed. Calmed. Their skin cooled.

Resting a hand on her bottom to keep their bodies joined, he rolled them to their sides… and nearly fell off the damned bed. “Whoa!”

Letting out a little shriek, Nicole tightened her hold on him until he could shift them closer to the wall on the narrow mattress.

Sean shook his head. “This bed is not working for me.”

Laughing, she draped a leg over his hip and snuggled closer. “There’s a second bed against the other wall. We can push them together.”

He smiled. She’d lost her hair tie at some point. He had a vague recollection of tugging it off when he’d fisted her ponytail. Between him running his hands through the long locks and her tossing her head against the covers, her hair was now adorably mussed.

Peace and contentment suffused him, as did the certainty that this was where he was meant to be. Here. In Nicole’s arms. In this ridiculously tiny bed that left his feet hanging off the end. Exchanging soft kisses and caresses as they sank back to earth.

“That was amazing,” she whispered.

He smiled. “I was thinking the same thing.”

Her pretty brown eyes held such warmth as she closed the minimal distance between them and kissed him, a slow exploration that increased the peace inside him… until she teased him with her tongue.

His cock instantly hardened. Hello, awesome Immortal Guardian perk number seven. Sliding a hand down over her beautiful ass, he gently thrust deeper.

Drawing back, she arched a brow. “Wow. I’d heard immortals didn’t need recovery time, but you’re hard again already?”

He offered her a sheepish grin. “Actually, I’ve been like this around you ever since you mentioned masturbating.”

“Really?” The notion seemed to intrigue her.

“Does this feel like I’m exaggerating?” He thrust again.

Her breath hitched with a gasp of pleasure. “Not at all.” Then something new entered her expression. Something that made his pulse pick up. “So you like to imagine me touching myself?”

If possible, he hardened even more. “Yes.”

Flattening her hand on his chest, she pushed him onto his back—careful not to land him on the floor—and straddled him with his cock still buried deep inside her.

Sean’s breath caught. Oh yeah. He liked where this was going.

Her lips—pink and plump from his kisses—curled up in a provocative smile. “So, seeing this might turn you on?” She curled the fingers of one delicate hand over her shoulder, the touch innocent, yet alluring. Then she slowly drew those fingers down, dipping into the hollow above her collarbone to give it a stroke, and continued on.

Sean clamped his hands over her hips as she brought her other hand up.

Tilting her head to one side, she cupped both breasts and played with the tight pink buds. He heard her pulse pick up as she flexed the muscles in her thighs and rose, his long hard length nearly slipping from her warmth before she sank back down.

“Again,” he growled. And she repeated the motion, rising and falling, riding him slowly as she played with her breasts. But it felt too good. And the temptation was too great. Brushing her hands aside, Sean took over, caressing and teasing her breasts. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her face flushed—with pleasure or passion, he couldn’t tell. Bracing her hands on his chest, she rode him faster. Harder. Sean groaned when she gave the hair on his chest a tug and pinched his nipples. “Yeah,” he urged. “More.”

She rotated her hips. Picked up the pace. Her breath coming quicker.

He slid a hand down her stomach and stroked her clit as he thrust up into her, heat rising, pleasure intensifying, climbing higher and higher.

Nicole called his name as she came, her inner muscles squeezing his cock again and again until he joined her with a shout.

Sean’s heart slammed against his ribs as she sank limply onto his chest. As the last ripples of release teased them, he wrapped his arms around her and cuddled her.

Yes. This was definitely where he belonged.