Grayslake: Furrever Yours (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Georgette St. Clair

arms around his neck, pulling his head down so she could kiss him, pouring into it every ounce of passion she felt. His hands were everywhere, touching and tempting. He ran his fingers down her spine, making her shiver, caressed her plump backside. Then he dipped her back, pressing the hot length of his body against her and making her head swim and her heart skip a beat.
    He scooped her up in his arms, lifting her with easy grace, and strode towards the bed, where he dropped her into the middle of the mattress. She bounced, and he clambered in beside her, rolling on top of her and covering her with his body.
    He hitched her leg up against his hip so his erection was pressing against her mound, and she felt a liquid melting sensation low in her body as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. He worked his pelvis against her in an insistent writhing motion, sending sensation sizzling through her lower body, sparks flying to her erect nipples. She felt hot, almost feverish, and she writhed beneath him, inviting him to push inside her, burn her, brand her as his own.
    But instead Knox rolled onto his back, pulling her with him, arranging her limbs so she was straddling him, her palms resting on his warm, broad chest. He reached down with one hand and positioned the head of his cock at her slick entrance, stroking it back and forth, spreading the slickness of her excitement and the stickiness of his pre-cum. It was an erotic torture, a tempting taste of things to come, and she moaned and squirmed on top of him, willing him to push inside her.
    And then he did. Despite her excitement, he had to press his cock into her inch by slow inch, allowing her to accustom herself to his size. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to relish the sensation of being filled by him, possessed by him…owned by him.
    When he was fully inside her, she circled her hips, exploring the sensation of his satin-over-steel shaft seated snugly inside her. It felt glorious. She braced herself against his chest with her hands, and drew back, sliding off him until he was barely inside her at all, then sinking back down until they were pressed together so tightly she felt as if they were a single being. He groaned, and she felt it deep within her.
    Then she began to move in earnest, rising and falling, rising and falling, and she was swept away by the moment. Her sense of self flew away, and all she knew was the pressure of his fingers on her hips, on her waist, the feeling of fullness, the desperate drive towards completion.
    She rode him with a kind of blind desperation, seeking not just orgasm but a true melding of souls, and when she started to tilt towards orgasm, despite the intensity of the sensations radiating through her body, she felt a pang in her heart, a lack of fulfillment.
    Knox thrust up towards her, countering each shimmy of her hips, meeting her stroke for stroke. He reached up and took her full breasts in his hands, squeezing her creamy flesh between her fingers, pinching and teasing the pink, pert nipples. She mewled.
    She lay against his firm chest, rocking against him, burying her face against his warm golden flesh as she sought her orgasm…which flashed into fire and roared through her, searing everything in its path and setting every nerve ending aglow.
    Before she’d had the chance to catch her breath, Knox flipped her over onto her belly. Then his masterful hands on her hips drew her back so she was on all fours, presenting herself to him. She should have felt self-conscious about how open she was to him, how vulnerable – the wet pink folds of her pussy vulnerable to his gaze. But all she knew was a driving desire to feel him inside her again.
    This time he thrust into her hard, seating himself in her to the hilt without hesitation. She cried out not just from the feeling, but because of how right it felt.
    Knox braced his arms on either side of her. His body was a warm weight against her spine. His labored breath was hot against