Bright Midnight by Halle, Karina (latest books to read .TXT) 📗

“Then I want you to come inside me,” I say, pushing my self-consciousness to the side.

“Was already planning on it,” he responds gruffly, and I swallow hard in anticipation as he prowls over me like a predator. I’m practically getting goosebumps.

He lowers himself, his cock pressed against my pelvis, skin velvet soft, length rock hard, then his hands are taking hold of my wrists and pinning them above my head. In the flashes of lightning I watch the strain in his massive biceps as he holds me, transferring the weight to one hand as he reaches down with his other and slips his thick hot cock between my legs.

I close my eyes for a moment, spreading my legs for easier access, and when he pushes his dick inside me, it’s like I’ve lost the ability to breathe. I’m wet as sin and yet he’s so big and thick that it’s like there’s barely enough room for him.

“Breathe,” he whispers to me. “Breathe, Shay.”

I open my eyes to make out the feverish glint in his eyes as he stares down at me. I suck in my breath, feeling as he slides himself inside, then I exhale, willing myself to relax around him.

“That’s a good girl,” he says to me, voice both rough and soothing. “Good girl, make room for me. Let me fuck you right.”

He pulls out, almost all the way, then slowly, deliberately, pushes in. I gasp, reminding myself to breathe around him, and then we settle into an easy rhythm. He’s able to push in deeper, though the fact that he has to go so slow is making him shake with tension and strain, and I’m feeling every single inch of his dick until he’s shoved up inside me to the hilt.

“Shay,” he groans, and then he starts swearing in Norwegian. There’s a wildness to his voice, and maybe it’s the storm raging outside, maybe it’s the way we started off, with him full of fear, and maybe it’s his way of working through that, but Anders is transforming into something feral, real and raw. Like a primal being, something born to just fuck until they die. “Such a good girl, Shay. You feel so fucking good. Do I make you feel good?”

I let out a garbled yes. But good doesn’t quite explain it. Good doesn’t encapsulate all that he’s making me feel. This is more than just good. I feel alive. I feel like I’m connecting with him in such a raw intimate way, that it makes every fuck I’ve had before pale in comparison, including when we used to have sex. This is something else, something you don’t just find with anyone.

And yet you have to let this go, unless you find a way to make it work.

Fuck that voice. And fuck that fear.

“Fuck me,” I growl, grabbing hold of his shoulders, sliding my fingers down his back, nails scratching. “Fuck me harder, please.”

A lightning flash shows the surprise on his face, surprise that turns liquid, molten, and before I can do anything, he’s flipping me over on my stomach and raising my ass in the air. He places a hand at the back of my head and forces my face down into the duvet cover.

Then, with a bruising grip, he holds my hips and shoves his cock inside me again.

Tight.

So tight now, I can barely breathe.

“Anders,” I say through a groan, and then he’s moving fast, fucking me wild. He pistons his hips into me harder, slamming against my ass, the angle making him hit me deeper than ever before.

Holy shit.

I can’t even keep my head on straight, I’m lost to the feeling of him, like I’ve been taken for a ride that I can’t stop, that I don’t want to stop. He starts moving a bit faster, the force causing my legs to spread wider and wider across the bed, letting him in. His grip tightens around my wrist and he slaps my ass hard.

Very hard.

I yelp, jolt up from the sharp sting of his slap, back arching.

“Keep your legs together,” he growls. “Tighter. I want you to feel me fuck every inch. I want to imprint the head of my cock deep inside of you.”

Jesus.

Okay then.

He means it. With the hard thrust of his cock as it slides along each sensitive inch inside me, the feel of his hips as they slam into my ass from behind, the way his hands feel around my waist, keeping me bound and in place, I feel him. All of him.

I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling him, not when he’s fucking me like this.

“You ready to come for me?” he says, voice gruff, slapping my ass cheeks again, the bed bouncing from our steady fucking. “I want to hear you unravel. I want to hear you like I’ve never heard you before.”

My god.

I mean, does he want me to wake up the whole guesthouse?

But then his fingers slip underneath my hips, finding me slippery and soaked, and it’s all I need to completely let go. A calloused tip slips over my clit and it’s like he pulled the plug on a fucking hand grenade.

I go off like a fucking bomb.

“I’m coming!” I yelp, the orgasm taking hold of me while ripping me apart. He makes a fist in my hair and tugs at it, the pain shooting down my spine as his cock keeps steadily thrusting up into me, my body squeezing around him, ravaged by the endless convulsions that never stop coming.

“Anders.” I manage to say his name before I trail off, before the wave pulls me in every direction and I don’t know what way is up anymore.

“Fuck, baby,” Anders says, voice low and gruff with desperation, and he starts driving in deeper, every muscle in his body starting to shake from the effort. “Such a good girl, taking my cock so fucking good. Oh god.”

He comes, driving in so deep as he shoots his load inside me, Norwegian swear words falling from his