by Jacey Ward
Cocking her head to the side, Danica parted her lips as if inviting him to kiss her.
“I can’t be here,” Xave muttered, moving to pull away but Danica tightened her grip around his arms.
“You are supposed to be here,” she murmured, drawing her lips close to his. His whole body seemed to clench slightly beneath her and for a second, she was certain he was going to pull away.
Instead, he pulled her toward him, forcing their lips together.
Danica gasped at the surprising move, attempting to step back to regain the upper hand but it was too late; she had unleashed the demon within him. The kiss was brutally hot, wonderfully aggressive, and Danica shivered at the leashed power she could feel in him.
He bent her backward, his arm bracing the small of her back as his lips crushed hers ruthlessly, biting along the edge of her lip, and then down the column of her throat.
She tried to steady herself but he was more powerful than she had anticipated, dropping her against the table she used for readings.
The feelings swirling in her body were stronger than any she had felt before, she felt herself getting lost in the tumultuous storm that was Xavier. His dominance stirred something within her that she wouldn’t have thought would respond to something like that.
A rain of tarot cards flew from beneath her, the tiny gusts of wind going unnoticed as the deck scattered.
For some inexplicable reason, the motion angered her and in a defensive move she slid out from under him, pouncing on him like a cat as he lay belly down on the table.
The rickety wood table gave way then and they both fell to the ground but the sudden jarring didn’t stop them.
They rolled like wrestling animals along the floor, clothes flying off in the process. Xavier couldn’t touch enough of her at once, he needed to feel the heat of her skin, and hear the small moans that she released when his hands covered her breasts, squeezing and molding them, and then plucking the nipples until they stood out in hard little buds.
Danica’s hand found the swelling hardness between his legs, stroking him as he sucked on her rising breasts, his own fingers exploring her core. A cry broke from her lips as he fastened his teeth on her nipple, causing a flood of moisture to pool between her legs.
Again they flipped, Danica atop him, her naked nipples teasing his mouth as she slid her damp button along the shaft of his raging erection.
Below her, he bucked upward, nipping at her tender skin and Danica mewled, digging her nails into his chest.
Having already disposed of her thong, he thrust into her in one smooth motion, gasping at her tightness.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered jerking his hips up hard to fill her entirely with his shaft.
Danica leaned backward, her knees supporting her as she began to bounce against him.
He groaned again and Danica relished each thrust, the intensity increasing diabolically fast.
Deeper and deeper she worked him inside, her movements increasing as she drew nearer to climax. Xavier thrust upward with such force, Danica was momentarily thrown off balance as he had intended, and suddenly he was atop her, his hand fisting in her long hair.
His green eyes were glassy with ecstasy and he drove himself into her, the fires of passion rising up and consuming him whole.
Danica stared at him, her eyes wide with pleasure.
Somehow he increased the intensity, his gaze locking on her as he brought them both to the brink of orgasm. Danica moaned as the tidal wave of heat finally took her under, all the passion bursting from her cells at once. Her core gripped Xavier’s shaft like a fist, milking every drop from him.
Just as her orgasm began to subside, he thrust one final time, his ass clenching hard and his head thrown back. He gritted his jaw to keep from shouting out his release as his cock filled her core with his hot seed.
Awe stricken, she struggled to capture her breath, watching his face in amazement. Never had she experienced anything like that.
What the hell? She asked herself. What was that?
Withdrawing, he fell to the floor at her side, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. For a moment, the only thing that could be heard was the sawing in and out of their breath.
“Are you happy now?” he asked darkly, and Danica sat up, her long hair a disheveled mess about her slender shoulders.
“Happy?” she echoed, the satisfied post-orgasm sizzle suddenly disappearing. Obviously she had misjudged this creep.
The HARD Series…
A soldier, an assassin, a thief, and… an accountant?
Four brothers, separated as children, threatened by the organization that gave them their superpowers.
Hard Instinct: Ryder ( the soldier) …Finds Paige, but can he keep her?
Hard Time: Xavier (the thief) …Finds Danica, but can he trust her?
Hard Wired: Xander (the assassin) …Finds Ashtyn, but can he kill her?
and Hard Limit: Aiden… holder of the baddest superpower of all.
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