Page 324 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Filling her full.

“Christ, I love the way you soak me,” he said behind her.

His body fit perfectly against hers. So deep, her muscles hummed from clenching around him so tight. She vibrated all over.

She could feel that promise of another release—a better, stronger one—just beyond her grasp. She wouldn’t be able to reach it herself.

No, he would have to take her there.

“Ask me for it,” John murmured against the back of her neck.

His other hand slid around her throat. Long fingers wrapped along the delicate column, and held tight. She still had her breath, sure, but it caught in her throat a little with every exhale and swallow. His fingertips danced along her pulse point.

“Ask me for it, Siena.”

“Please fuck me.”

“Hmm? I didn’t hear you, babe.”

His lips grazed her neck, and then her ear. His words slipped over her skin with damningly sinful intent.

A wicked promise.

“Please fuck me, John,” she said a little louder.

Not much, though.

She was airless.

Her mind muddy.

Her body needy.

“Please, please fuck me.”

He either got the response he wanted, or he felt bad for teasing her like he had. She didn’t even get the chance to take another breath, or prepare for him to take her again. He simply pulled back, and flexed forward all in the same second.

A hard thrust that sent her back up to her toes, and pushed her further into the pillow. She was right—the softness of the pillow cushioned her chest enough to keep the tenderness at bay.

She didn’t even think about it at all as he pounded into her from behind. She couldn’t think about anything except for his cock driving into her over and over again, and the way he held onto her hair and throat at the same time.

His pace was brutal.

Unforgiving.

So relentless.

John didn’t slow at all when Siena’s cries became a little higher, and her breaths came out shorter. He fucked her through the second orgasm, and then kept on going until she was shouting her way through a third.

Nobody owned her like he did.

Nobody loved her like he did.

Nobody could ever possibly be him to her.

“One more,” she heard him say, his words mumbled into her hair. “Give me one more, babe.”

“I can’t—I can’t.”