Entwined Fates: Destined for Two by Trista Ann Michaels

Author:Trista Ann Michaels [Michaels, Trista Ann]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-01-07T07:15:26+00:00

“Skylar…” he warned, but she shook her head.

“I want all of you, Devlin. Don’t stop.” She gazed into his face with passion-filled eyes. Her nipples were hard little pebbles, her skin flushed, her pussy leaking cream onto his balls and desk. “Please,” she whispered, and it was his undoing.

He pressed forward, slowly so as not to hurt her, and groaned as her walls gripped at his length. She lifted her hips, taking more of him inside her and he clenched his jaw to the point of pain as he held himself back, kept himself from fucking her as hard as he wanted to.

Pulling back, he pressed forward one more time, surprisingly burying himself balls-deep. She gasped, arching her back and grinding her hips against him. Again, he pulled back, and then thrust forward hard. Her lips opened on a silent cry as he repeated the movement, giving her all he had.

“Skylar,” he growled. “Talk to me.”

He held himself still, waiting for her to say something. She shocked him by slapping once at the surface of the desk and yelling, “Damn it, Devlin. Don’t stop. Fuck me.”

With a growl, he did just that, pounding into her over and over, slapping his balls against her tight ass. She screamed and met every one of his thrusts with one of her own, her body and mouth begging for more. Begging for him to fuck her harder.

Pounding sounded at the door over her screams and he scowled, trying to ignore it. “No,” he growled. “No, not now!”

Again the knock sounded and he turned a scowl toward the door and the offending intruder on the other side.

Devlin awoke from his dream with a start and scowled toward the ceiling. He hadn’t dreamed of Skylar in a long time, so why was he doing it now? And why was he still feeling her presence?

With a sigh, he sat up, running his fingers through his hair and brushing it back from his face. He really should cut it, but Skylar had always loved it long and since her death, he hadn’t been able to shorten his unruly waves.

“This is ridiculous,” he mumbled, and turned to place his feet on the cold stone floor. “Castles,” he complained. “Always so damn cold.”

A knock sounded at his door and he turned to stare at it with a frown. Is that what he’d heard in his dream? It had to have been. That night he’d first fucked Skylar, there had been no intrusion, no one knocking at his door. He could sense Keenas and Jorel on the other side, their emotions almost as jumbled as his. What the hell did they want?

“Enter,” he grumbled and adjusted the sheet around his naked hips.

Keenas stepped through first, his frown deepening the lines around his eyes. Jorel came through right behind him, his face screwed into a matching scowl.

“Who pissed on your party?” Devlin drawled as he watched them come to stand at the foot of the bed.

“You mean besides you?” Keenas came back, but Jorel’s scowl deepened as he reached over to slap his brother’s shoulder.

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