Page 73 of Seducing the Knave

Elle managed a short nod, gasping harshly when he curled his fingers again.

“Say it,” he growled.

“I need you inside me, Max.” She was surprised by the firmness of her tone—the bold command in her voice—when she barely had the strength to draw a full breath.

His response was a heavy moan and he gave two more deep, thrusting strokes inside her before withdrawing his fingers. Exerting a gentle but insistent pressure against her belly, he tilted her hips even further. Elle deepened the curve of her spine, pressing her cheek to the wall as she caught her lower lip between her teeth.

“That’s it,” he praised, dropping a kiss to the hollow of her spine between her shoulder blades.

Then she felt him there.

Hotter. Smoother. Broader than his fingers. Nudging against her opening before sliding up over her clitoris, the ridge around his head teasing her flesh as his breath puffed hot against her back. Then nudging again, more insistently now. Pushing. Spreading. Claiming entrance.

“Take me, luv,” he whispered darkly. “Take all of me.”

Elle held her breath. Her body felt poised upon a precipice. Awaiting something she could barely comprehend as she stretched and softened to take him in. There was a subtle burning, but the pain of it mingled too beautifully with the pleasure. All of it so intimately intense and complex and gorgeous.

A gentle sob thickened her throat as he filled her.

It was almost too perfect. Too right. Too...emotionally stirring. Almost...frightening.

As though sensing the disquiet rising within her, Max smoothed his hand from her belly up to cross her shoulders. He gently pulled her up toward him until her back pressed to his warm, damp chest and his mouth rested against her ear.

“All right?”

She could feel him—thick and hard and throbbing inside her. Deep and full.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he murmured warmly. Then he gave a short, languid rock of his hips, causing his cock to shift within her. Bumping against that sensitive spot, making her weak.

She moaned and would have dropped her chin if he hadn’t brought his hand up to cage her throat just beneath her jaw. Then he urged her head back and to the side so he could seal his mouth to hers.

He continued to thrust, gliding in and out in slow, even movements. Feeding that hunger inside her. And when he reached between her legs again to circle and strum her clitoris, she fell apart. She lost touch with everything in existence but him and the pleasure he gave. It was all need and passion and fire and him.

And she did what she swore she’d never do.

She begged.

Over and over.

Breathlessly. Helplessly. Furiously.

As he fucked her.