Possession(Sons of Odin MC)(32)

Like supermagnets, their mouths slammed together and her hands moved frantically down his spine. “I love your ass.” She squeezed it hard.

He chuckled. “You’ve made that abundantly clear.” For some reason he couldn’t resist her neck, which seemed to be one of his favorite spots on her body. Every time he caressed her there, she moaned.

Another deep kiss followed, and Vincent thrust inside her at the same time. He pumped his hips violently, filling her as she clung to his shoulders.

“I can’t believe we’re finally together,” she whispered.

“Believe it, baby.” He pulled out, then drove in deeper, repeating the motion until her pussy clenched around him as tight as a fist, her orgasm building.

“Vincent,” she strangled out.

“I want to feel you come first.”

She sighed, and every inch of her glorious body stiffened underneath him. Her skin flushed and her lips trembled as she let go, pleasure taking over. Damned if she didn’t look like some ancient sculpture of a goddess come to life. Instinctively he ground against her, desperate for his own relief. He’d proven himself worthy of her body in the moment, but wondered what it would take to keep her forever. Something special resided inside her heart and mind. Tina wasn’t like the other women he’d fucked; far from it. And in a perfect world, he’d marry her.

A man could fantasize…

Her warm breath tickled his neck. “Amazing,” she said.

“You’re perfect, Tina.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her tender lips. She tasted so sweet. Every time their tongues twirled together she gave delicious gasps of pleasure. Another thing he couldn’t resist, all those little sexy noises she made.

As soon as she relaxed, he flipped her over. Appreciation of a nice ass must be contagious. He invaded her again, massaging her swollen clit as he hammered deep. Their sweat-slicked bodies slapped together as he sought his own release. Fucking her from behind was only the beginning. Tomorrow he’d suspend her from the ceiling if she let him.





Chapter 15


Tina knew the moment Vincent was ready to explode; his ass cheeks clenched under her palms. She was every bit as eager as him to feel him climax. Once he did, he tugged her down, collapsing on top of her. Trapped between the mattress and his muscular frame, she didn’t mind the added weight. It reminded her how real everything was. She’d conquered whatever kept him from surrendering to their mutual attraction before.

Only now, deep emotions were involved. No matter how hard she tried to push them aside, she couldn’t deny the truth. Typically her mind and body didn’t align. She slept with men for selfish reasons, never for emotional fulfillment. But Vincent had changed that in a matter of seconds. One deep kiss and she was addicted. One orgasm and she was ready to commit—to risk her heart for the only man that had ever intrigued her beyond the bedroom.

What did that make her? She prided herself on being an independent woman.

“Do you feel that?” He nuzzled close to her ear, the rumble of his low voice sending a chill down her spine that curled her toes. “I’m getting hard again, baby.”

She moved her hands above her head, gripping the lacquer rails on the headboard. She didn’t crave tender lovemaking; she wanted him to ride her hard. All that teasing and flirting she’d done must have taken its toll on his patience. His unwavering resistance had pissed her off a number of times. Now she wanted to work some of it off.

She felt his cock swell to life again. So fucking thick and long.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

Anything you want…“Stay this way,” she breathed out. “I like it from behind.” Truth be told, she didn’t want to waste a moment. The idea of him pulling out scared her.

She bit her lower lip as he shifted, spreading his legs wide, and encouraging her to close hers. He circled his hips mechanically, their bodies reanimating. Her heart began to pound harder as he sank deeper inside her, hitting that secret spot most men didn’t know existed. She’d never been so hot and wet, so ready to engage in sex immediately after she’d already come. Something about Vincent made her insatiable, electrified her from head to toe.

Feelings, she reminded herself. The kind she’d shielded herself from after suffering a couple of heartbreaks when she was young. Not the same pain Vincent had experienced with two failed marriages, but enough of a bitter taste to keep her wary and afraid of long-term commitment.

“Do you like this?” He ensnared both her wrists with one of his hands, keeping her stretched tight. Then he tucked his other one underneath her pussy, stroking her clitoris while he moved tantalizingly slowly.