He growled out between ragged breaths.
She stretched under him, angling her hips against him. His hand ran the length of her thigh.
She bit down on his shoulder, just hard enough that his cougar roared in pleasure. Mine.
His pushed her thigh wider with his own.
Her body hot beneath him trembled as the head of his dick rubbed against her, withholding the final pleasure.
"Oh God. Please Kian."
He stroked her, easing into her slowly. The throaty moan of hers had him losing the control he fought to maintain. He bit against his own ecstasy as the wet and willing tightness of her accepted him. He slid in further, her little whimpers vibrated against his shoulder.
His breath hissed between clenched teeth as he controlled himself, restraining the need coursing through him.
Mine. His cougar shouted over and over with every inch she accepted.
Finally as he buried himself to his balls she laid her head back, extending her neck to him. He leaned down and kissed the exposed skin before he began to work her. Each thrust calculated as he watched her, listened to her.
His balls grew tight, the ache to release stronger than he'd ever felt.
"Fuck," he said on a breath.
Her moans higher pitched than before, her nails biting into his back as he drove her farther and farther over the edge with him.
Whispering in her ear he spoke the words, "tell me you are mine."
Her eyes met his, a flash of fear, of pleasure, or maybe acceptance as she kept her gaze on him. Her next word floated on a breath, each said as he thrust harder. "Yours. Yes."
Her body began to shudder. Raine's body shivered and her muscles quivered around his dick, pulling at him. His muscles shaking in restraint he finally exploded and let her take from him. With one last thrust he was lost in her.
* * *
"Thank you for walking me home," she said as he moved from her mouth to her ear.
"Sure. My pleasure." He ran his tongue down the lobe, sucking before releasing it and coming back to her face.
"I. Do you want to come in?" Her eyes were closed as he pressed her against the wall.
"I have neighbors Kian." She giggled.
The erratic breaths escaping her swollen mouth tickled the five o'clock shadow lining his jaw.
"I think we should take this slow. Isn't that what you wanted?" he asked.
"I. What?" She pushed him away playfully. "I think that idea just crashed and burned."
He pressed into her, making sure she couldn't miss his subtle hint.
"Already? Kian, control yourself."
Standing on tip toes, she smiled and kissed him.
"Let's go inside. Are you hungry? I might have something." She turned to open the door and Kian enjoyed the view.
His hand slid around her waist and rested on her belly. Pulling her against his raging hard on, his pants seemed like a fucking prison as his dick begged to come out and play. Raine pressed her ass into him and damn it if she wasn't screwing with him.
"Kian. The door." Her words quiet and breathy.
"Should I slow down?" he asked as he slipped his hand down and into the front of her pants.
"Kian. Slow? What? No. Wait. Door."
She gripped his hand, "Kian. Let's go inside."
He smiled against her hair. "Sure. Let's do that."
Raine pushed open the door and before she'd gotten them both in and kicked the door shut her mouth was on his and any other rational conversation disappeared.
Raine padded into the kitchen, sore and bleary eyed. Her body ached and each movement reminded her just how well Kian had treated her. Pausing, she leaned into the wall and nearly moaned just from the memories.
"Glad to see you are up dear."
Raine jumped. "For crap sakes Gran. Go. Please. I, I have a guest."
Gran chuckled as she headed down the hall.
"Gran. Stop. No. Stop." Raine nearly fell as she reached for a ghost. "Son of a biscuit."
Gran disappeared through the door. Did she go in or not? It was her apartment, she could do what she wanted. The man Gran was spying on was the man she'd planned to feed and take advantage of afterwards. But that was before the old ghost decided to walk in.
Cursing, she closed one eye and gently opened the door praying it didn't squeak.
She caught a glimpse of Gran hovering over Kian. She clenched her teeth and practically ripped the handle off the door. She'd never yelled at Gran before, but that’s all she wanted to do right now.
"Gran," she whispered.
"That Geri does an amazing job."
Gran's ghost hovered over a nearly naked mountain of a man. "Look at the size of those arms. So sweetheart how was the size of his banana?"
Raine's mouth fell open. Could ghosts be possessed because right now she wanted to know where her sweet Gran and gone and when that version might be back?
"Oh seriously Raine. We already talked about this. How exactly do you think I had your mother? And just because I'm dead doesn't mean I'm blind. That is one beautiful man. I approve of him. He will make me some beautiful great grandkids."
"Oh no. No. You have got to go," she said, forgetting Kian was there and still asleep.
"Now why would I do that?" said Kian.
"Oh suck."
He rolled over, the sheet slipping around his hips and she instantly felt a hungry ache pulsing between her legs.
"Now, that I would be very willing to do. Bring that gorgeous body back over here. Still want me out?" He stretched his arms out, the sheet tenting from the apparent rise and shine of his other very large asset.
Frantically she looked around the room. Gran wasn't there, thank goodness. Dead or not, she might have a second heart-attack if she saw all that Kian had to offer. Plus, just ew. She did not need to share him or her sex life with Gran.
"Sorry. No. I wasn't telling you to go." His sleep tousled hair and the
