he’d blown her mind apart. The bed moved. Her eyes opened to watch Fury climb onto the edge of the bed to crouch over her on his hands and knees. When they were face-to-face he stopped to hover over her. Their gazes met.
“I won’t lose control this time and I will make sure I don’t draw blood with my kisses. Scoot up.”
Her attention roamed down his beautifully sculptured chest as she did as he instructed to reach the middle of his big bed. He still wore his briefs but they couldn’t hold down the proof of how aroused he’d become. She reached for the thick erection tenting the material. She felt the soft cotton under her palm when she slid it across the hard length of his trapped cock and then her hand closed over him gently, curving around the width of his shaft.
Memories were instant of the last time she’d seen him naked. He wasn’t freakishly large but definitely impressive and he’d brought her a lot of pleasure with his size. Her gaze lifted to his as she swallowed. Her hands worked his briefs down his thighs. He maneuvered enough to kick them away.
“You’re bigger than anyone…” She sealed her lips together when she saw his instant anger.
“I don’t want to hear about someone else who has touched you,” he growled.
She nodded. She could honestly say she wouldn’t want to hear about any women Fury had been with before either. Her intent had been to give him a compliment but he wasn’t a human guy, not fully, and she needed to remember that. She licked her dry lips. He growled softly.
“Roll over for me. Hands and knees. Just like me.”
She hesitated but rolled over under his body, onto her stomach. He helped her toss the remnants of her destroyed skirt out from under her and remove her bra. She didn’t want anything between them. He crouched over her. One of his hands slid under her hips to lift them up. She put her hands down to brace her upper weight. She had a good idea he wanted to mount her. That term fit. She remembered everything Breeze had shared about New Species men. When she positioned on her hands and knees, her body pressed up against his, she noted his hot body temperature. She inhaled that soft, wonderful scent he carried.
“Frightened?” His mouth brushed her ear. It tickled and she shivered in response, too turned on to laugh. His voice deepened into a very sexy tone. “Don’t be. I’m killing myself to be gentle with you. It isn’t a bad way to die.”
She turned her head to peer into his incredible eyes. His mouth moved next to hers, just a breath away. The urge to kiss him grew stronger. She pushed her back against his chest. He hesitated and then moved. He let her inch up against him, moving back as she did until he sat up and she leaned against his chest, nearly sitting on his lap.
“Kiss me,” she urged softly.
One of his hands flattened on her stomach. His hand opened wide and he slid his palm down her stomach and then lower, between her slightly parted thighs. His fingers teased her clit, rubbing her, and she moaned. Her mouth opened and Fury’s lips covered hers. His other hand cupped one of her breasts firmly. Their tongues met softly and then entwined.
Ellie moaned into his mouth while his fingertips traced the line of her sex, teasing her when his finger came close to entering her pussy. She pushed back against his body more, angling her hips to urge him to do just that. Fury growled into her mouth in response. His canine teeth slid against her tongue gently but Fury broke off the kiss. He breathed harsher when their gazes locked.
“I am going to lose control soon.” He lifted his hips against hers. He’d grown so hard his erection rubbed up against Ellie where his fingers were tracing the seam of her labia. He growled deeper, almost viciously. “Am I doing this right for you, the way you want?”
She nodded.
“I think you are so beautiful.”
“So are you,” she breathed. She thought of him as perfection.
He snarled, a scary sound.
She looked up at him to see his frown.
“What?”
“I’m not beautiful.”
She smiled. “I think you are. It’s a good thing.”
“Women are beautiful.”
“Men are too when they look the way you do.”
His frown deepened.
Ellie smiled. “Communication breakdown?”
He softly sighed. “Agreed.”
She laughed softly.
“You’re laughing during sex?”
“That’s a great thing. I’m having a good time.”
“I’m not. I want inside you so much it hurts.”
She bit her lip to avoid laughing again. “Breeze and I talked. She mentioned something about mounting.” She dropped forward to her hands to bend in front of him and turned her head to give him a sexy look over her shoulder. Her legs spread, her back arched, and she pushed her ass up. “Is this right?”
He draped his body over hers in a heartbeat, caging her inside his arms. His chest pressed tightly against her back. “Yes.”
“Go ahead.” Her gaze held his. “Mount me, Fury. I want you to.”
