The Mistresses Collection. Оливия Гейтс

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СКАЧАТЬ ‘And call me by my name.’ Defiant to the end, she demanded he feel this as intensely as she.

      He put on a puzzled face so she had to strain up and sharply nip his lip.

      He laughed. ‘Caitlin. Beautiful, fiery, funny Caitlin.’

      He shifted, pushing a fraction deeper. He gritted his teeth.

      She growled and lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips, pushing her heels on his butt to keep him close inside. So good. Too much. But she didn’t want to lose a moment of it. Didn’t want him to slide back even a millimetre. She strained her legs further around him, fiercely trying to clutch him closer. She moaned, wordless, unable to express how insanely good he felt filling her like this. He took every inch—and then some.

      ‘You going to let me move?’ he rasped as she locked even tighter around him.

      She shook her head.

      He chuckled, the tension in his face easing. ‘Too bad for you.’

      He, stronger than she, broke free of her hold. Withdrew. She gasped in disappointment. But then he slammed back into her and her groan came in ecstasy instead. He was hard, powerful, big. Now he thrust hard and fast. His hands still pinned her wrists so she couldn’t touch him. The dominance merely turned her on more. She liked being at his mercy, enjoyed the power she’d allowed inside her. And she let him pleasure her from the inside out—met him with every stroke. Until, so quickly, she sighed, letting herself go in his delicious rhythm.

      But then he stilled. Went slow, his movements teasingly uneven. His smile was almost malicious as he held her agonisingly on the precipice of orgasm.

      ‘Don’t you dare stop,’ she growled at him.

      His dark eyes pierced. ‘I want to watch you come again. I want to feel you clenching around me. I want to soak in your wet heat.’

      She gasped. His words alone heated her, but as he spoke he slowly rolled his hips, providing just enough friction to send her over.

      Her neck arched and she squeezed her eyes shut as it hit. She cried out, her relief sounding raw, her fingers in tight fists, as spasms of delight shook through her. He stayed thrust deep inside, rocking in only the tiniest, most maddening way that maintained that pressure on her clit, so the sensations kept surging through her.

      Oh, he was good. Too good.

      She breathed fast, shallow, loud as she clawed her way back from the prolonged orgasm. Slowly she opened her eyes. It wasn’t enough. She wanted it wild. She wanted him wild.

      He looked it—with his face flushed, his eyes black, intent and trained on her, his jaw clamped shut. And his sex still slammed tight inside her.

      ‘Satisfied?’ she taunted breathlessly.

      ‘Not nearly.’ He bent and kissed her ferociously, his tongue circling in the cavern of her mouth. His invasion of her total.

      Slowly he withdrew his cock, then thrust again. He lifted his head fractionally so he could read her expression. She strained up to keep their lips in contact. She was building again already. So sensitive yet still aroused. Not completely satisfied because he’d not been satisfied. Another orgasm was yet possible. She wanted it. And she wanted it with him this time.

      ‘Demanding,’ he muttered.

      He’d felt her body tighten on him.

      ‘Is that a problem?’

      His eyes narrowed, more determined. ‘I like it.’ He moved again. ‘I like you.’ He kissed her ear lobe, tracing the whorl with his tongue before whispering, ‘I like being in you.’

      She angled her head as he kissed and sucked his way down the side of her neck. Helplessly she rocked her hips beneath him, cradling his, aching for him to simply screw them both to smithereens.

      ‘Show me how much,’ she asked. ‘Show me.’

      This time he didn’t stop. This time his breathing roughened along with his movements. This time he swore pithy and crude as he told her again how good she felt. How he couldn’t stop. How he wanted more. And he took more. Pushed for her absolute acceptance of him. Driving into her over and over and over.

      She moaned with every thrust. Louder, harder, faster, like the animal she was. He was almost as loud, feral and grunting as he fought to fill her—and fill his own needs. His lips parted, almost in a snarl as the pleasure sucked her under again and she screamed.

      He rammed into her deep and hard one last time, his body jerking, eyes closing as orgasm overtook him.

      He slumped, almost smothering her. His harsh groan rang in her ears, but she revelled in his weight, in the thump of his heart against her breast, in his exhaustion. In the sweat pooling between them.

      She smiled despite her swollen, oversensitive, kissed to glory lips. ‘You know that only counts as one, right?’

       SEVEN

      Caitlin moaned as she reluctantly woke. Her body tingled. He’d flipped her over for their tenth round only an hour ago, determined to prove that the woman’s gushing in that article hadn’t been a massive exaggeration and that he could, in fact, go much, much more.

      ‘So how bad was it?’ James asked teasingly.

      With effort she rolled away from where she’d been burrowed against his side and smiled, happy to take the bait—and bite. ‘I think you need a little more practice at being super bad.’

      ‘More practice?’ He lay face down in the centre of the bed, his words muffled by pillows and a delighted laziness in his voice.

      She prised her eyelids open with her fingers. ‘Much.’

      He half laughed, mostly groaned. ‘Tigress.’

      She’d barely slept—she couldn’t with the way he’d tended to her, tormented on her. The way he’d touched her... She was still floating in an utterly soothed, relaxed state. She’d never felt such freedom and yet such safety before. There were no morning after regrets here.

      With a growl and a curse he levered up from the bed. ‘I’m not looking at you.’ He stumbled into the bathroom.

      Caitlin closed her eyes again and stretched right out on the bed. Her aches began to ease; already she hungered for fulfilment again. With treatment like this, she could stay here for ever.

      Her eyes flashed open at that wayward thought. Instantly, imperatively she reminded herself of some fundamental truths. Just as there was no such thing as love-at-first-sight, nor was there such a thing as love-at-first-screw. There was definitely no such thing as life-changing, earth-shattering, cataclysmic sex. So this dreamy, whole-other-plane of happiness she was coasting on was purely hormonal. Not actually real. Her pulse would settle, the softness inside would harden up again.

      Dazed, she made herself drum up some emotional armour. Doubtless he had a million annoying habits—aside from the arrogance and occasional moodiness she’d already witnessed. And just because they were sexually compatible СКАЧАТЬ