Page 24 of Blazing Joysticks

“Really?” she moaned.

“For you? Anything.” He pushed her thighs apart and took a deep breath. “You’re so wet, kitty cat. All from a kiss.”

She took in a slow breath. “Crazier things have happened.”

He got on his knees between her legs. “Tell me you want me inside.”

“Keir, please. Stop this torture.”

He held her face immobile. “You’re driving me crazy. And I know I’m driving you crazy too. Don’t deny it. I can’t think without a random image of your sexy-as-hell curves making my thoughts derail.” He groaned, rocking his hips between her thighs, and liquid heat flowed from her sex, sliding down to her ass.

She slid her fingers into his hair and raked her nails over his scalp, pulling him down until their lips pressed together. The kiss was a pure need. She sucked on his lip and his tongue, nipping and licking and giving all she had.

He held her face still, keeping her from moving but at the same time being the aggressor. She scored her nails down his arms and back. He pressed into her, the head of his cock slipping in and finding his way home deep inside her.

“Oh my gosh!” she screamed.

Tilting her hips, she wiggled to allow him better entrance and encourage him to move.

“You do want me.”

“Keir, you know I do.”

He nipped on her chin, gliding his tongue up her jaw and down to her neck. “You taste so good, Cat.”

“Can you move? Like now.”

He pushed forward at that moment, filling her so completely that she groaned out a long breath. “So perfect.”

She wiggled under him.

He jerked back and drove hard, pressing her body deep into the sofa. She widened her legs, needing a deeper connection with him. Him. Her. That’s all there was. A slip and slide of his body over hers, driving the tension higher and higher.

She dug her nails into the curve of his ass, drawing his body deeper. She let out a low groan.

He drove deep at an almost punishing pace, his body slamming repeatedly into hers. She held on to him, unable to do more than grab a slight breath every few seconds. His head dropped, and a new kiss consumed them. She gave up any attempt at breathing and sucked air from his lungs. Desire pounded at her chest, and the love she’d been afraid to acknowledge made itself known. She loved Keir. How or why wasn’t even important anymore.

He sucked on her bottom lip, biting down on her mouth and then growling by her neck. His cock plunged deeper and deeper. She gasped and groaned, her body silently begging for more.

Her belly trembled with every thrust. Her pussy clutched at his cock, holding him tightly against her walls. Tension snapped inside her. Pleasure took her under in a giant wave. She gasped for multiple breaths, trying to get her lungs to work.

Every thrust he made turned shallow and jerky until he didn’t move anymore. Her body continued riding her wave when he breathed into her hair, gripping the strands hard in his fists. A hot shudder raced up her back.

He flipped them over on the sofa so she lay on top of him while they both tried to regain their breathing. She felt the raw need in their mating and knew what he said was true. He’d burn the world for her. And somehow that felt absolutely right.

She could barely move and her legs were still shaking when he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bed. As she settled into the mattress, Cat’s mind whirled with the events of the day. The threat, Keir’s protective instincts, and their almost desperate mating.

Despite her racing thoughts, exhaustion soon won out. Cat drifted off to sleep, her dreams a confusing mix of shadowy threats and Keir’s warm, protective presence.

The next morning, Cat woke to the enticing aroma of coffee and bacon. For a moment, she forgot where she was, panic setting in as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Then the events of the previous night came rushing back, and she relaxed, recognizing Keir’s bedroom.

She got up and noticed the bites and suck marks he’d left on her chest and breasts. Heat bloomed in her sex at the memory of the previous night’s wild sex. She could get used to it. That desperate, harsh mating had turned her on like she couldn’t understand.

She padded out to the kitchen, following the delicious smell. Keir stood at the stove, his back to her, expertly flipping pancakes. The domesticity of the scene made her heart flutter.

“Good morning,” she said softly, not wanting to startle him.

Keir turned, a warm smile lighting up his face. “Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?”