Chapter 83

He wasn’t close enough, deep enough. He had to envelop her, fill her. Easing his arms over her shoulders, between her back and the mattress, he lifted her chest against his and pressed in. Panting, frantic, fucking on fire, he fused their mouths together and surged deep into her once more. She responded again with a jerk and a groan. And still, it wasn’t enough. It never would be.

Hard, fast, the slick slide of his flesh over—into—hers was both heaven and hell.

Exquisite torture. Every rasp of her clasping cunt sent him careening closer to oblivion. She was everything he’d ever wanted, never believed existed or that he deserved. And he wasn’t leaving this bed until she exploded in orgasm and shouted a hoarse cry in his name.

“Deke,” Luc’s voice broke into the wild rhythm of his shuttling in and out of her.

“Deke!”

“What?” he snarled.

“Be gentle.”

Gentle? Shit!

Deke thundered a heavy stare down at Kimber. His gaze met her dilated hazel