Bond Betrayed by Chandra Ryan Page A

the frustration of the past three days slammed into her. “Please.”
    “Had I known you weren’t wearing anything under this lovely skirt, I might have taken you up on your offer at the hearing.”
    “Then it’s a good thing you didn’t know.” Her breath caught as he slid a finger into her as his thumb caressed her clit.
    “Damn, so hot,” he said through clenched teeth. “Want to take this slow.”
    “Next time.”
    He studied her for a second before losing whatever internal battle he was having. He stripped quickly and then pulled a foil package out of a drawer in his nightstand. Still standing, he rolled the condom over his very erect cock before wrapping a hand around her ankle and pulling her toward him until her ass rested on the edge of the bed.
    When he finally pushed her skirt up around her waist, it hit her how insane this was. The heat, the desire—she was panting with it and he’d barely touched her. Even with the torture of the days of tension leading up to this, she should be more in control. She was always in control. Had to be to keep her magic under wraps.
    But as he thrust into her all thoughts ceased.

Chapter Six
     
    Heat rushed through him as he filled her. His cock was surrounded by the warmth of the tight muscles of her sex and, wanting to enjoy the sensation, he stilled for a moment.
    “Isaac…” Nikki’s voice was sharp with hunger as she rocked against him, trying to force him to move. But he grabbed her hips and pinned her securely to the bed.
    “Don’t rush.” He wasn’t sure what turn of fate had brought her into his bed or how long his favor with the universe was going to last, so he planned on savoring what time they had.
    She struggled to move against him again, but he refused to let her. “I’m not a patient woman.” She arched her back, causing him to slide out of her just a fraction, but one quick tug on her hips brought him back into her depths. In this position, with him standing and her lying on the bed, he was in complete control.
    “You will be by the time we’re done,” he promised. He pulled out until just the tip of his cock was still in her and then pressed back into her slowly. As he pulled out of her again, he released one hip so he could stroke her clit in slow circles.
    She cried out in pleasure as she threw her head back against the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Stop playing around. Fuck me already. Or I swear I’ll have you on your back and will be riding you like a goddamned cowboy.”
    He reached around his back to unlock her legs and then positioned them so they were resting against his chest with her ass tucked snugly against his balls. Forget slow and sensual. She wanted it fast and hard, he could do that. “Was that a threat? ’Cause it sounded more like a reward to me.” He pulled out of her and then thrust back in with both force and speed.
    She closed her eyes and moaned as he filled her. “God, yes. Harder. Please.” The raw need in her voice pushed him into a faster pace. And every time he was buried inside her he was rewarded with a quick wiggle of her hips, which rubbed her smooth ass against his thighs.
    Every muscle in his body was tense, hovering on the brink of climax. But he refused to surrender to it. He wanted to feel her to come around his erection. Needed to watch her shatter into blissful release before he gave in to his. And she was so close. Her body was as tense as a violin string, and just as wonderful to stroke.
    His name was whispered as both a blessing and a curse as she clenched the cover in her fists and her eyes were shut tight against the painfully intense pleasure he himself was fighting. But she met each of his thrusts with eager little moans and whimpers that made his balls tighten and heat gather at the base of his spine. He was dangerously close to losing control. And for one brief moment he worried he was going to climax before she did. But then she yelled his name and her muscles began