Page 76 of Wanted

A moan falls from my lips.

Chance places a hand against my throat. His thumb traces the front of my neck.

“I want to know when you moan for me,” he says, peering down at me.

It takes me a while to process his meaning due to the ringing in my head from my orgasm, coupled with the way he holds me mesmerized because his eyes are glowing again.

His hand tightens possessively around my throat.

Then I remember his previous comment. This move, his hand around my throat, isn’t only an act of possession. It’s also his way of ‘hearing’ me. It must allow him to feel the sensations my throat makes whenever I moan or speak.

I cover his hand with mine, silently letting him know I understand.

With our eyes locked, he starts to penetrate my core. My breathing hitches and then picks up with every inch he slides into me.

Chance isn’t a small man, in any sense of the word. His entrance hurts at first. But I’m so wet from my orgasm that the pain quickly dissolves into something else. Something that I don’t have words for.

My vision blurs as my eyes cross and I drop my head against the boulder.

“Please,” I pant.

I don’t know what I’m begging for. But the word continues to fall from my lips.

Chance finally pushes himself all of the way inside of me and I’ve never felt so full before. Not in an uncomfortable way.

In fact, despite his girth and size, any discomfort has fizzled away. All that’s left is an incredible want that stirs in the core of my stomach.

“Please,” I beg again.

I don’t know if that’s what Chance had been waiting for, but as soon as the word falls from my lips, he tightens his hand around my throat, yet again. He begins moving his hips, pulling himself out of me.

Then he thrusts back inside of me, in a way that should hurt like hell.

It doesn’t.

I beg him for more as I raise my head so that I’m meeting his glowing eyes. I want him to see my lips when I say, “More.”

He dips his head and steals a kiss that I willingly give into.

Chance’s movements never falter as he thrusts in and out of me. He keeps a rapid pace stoking the flames of the heat that’salways present in my belly whenever he’s nearby. I cry out in pleasure, breaking the kiss.

With my arms wrapped around his massive back, my fingernails dig into his skin. I’m too far gone to wonder if I’m hurting him. And if I am, Chance doesn’t even notice. Not with the way he’s destroying every last one of my inclinations to ‘behave like a lady’ with the way he’s taking me.

“Mine!” He suddenly growls out before burying his head into the crook of my neck.

A pleasure that I never believed possible courses through every cell of my body.

My mouth opens and closes but no words come out. Whatever I’m feeling is far beyond words. Beyond my capacity to place something so limiting as words on it.

Within seconds a scream rips from my body. The full-body orgasm scorches me from the inside out.

And I’m not the only one coming.

Instinctively, my arms tighten around Chance’s body as he tenses from his orgasm. He holds me impossibly close, as if he fears that I’ll disappear from his presence.

He pours himself into me, his orgasm having as deep of a hold over him as mine has over me.

Our bodies entangled, sweaty and writhing together feels like the most ancient and natural thing in the world.