Claiming Her (Keeping Her Series) by Kelly Lucille

her legs around his waist, her heels resting on his
ass.  Leaning her shoulders back against the door, she worked the buttons on
her shirt while he watched with predatory eyes.  When she had enough unbuttoned,
she worked the cloth from between them and lifted it above her head, tossing it
away.  His eyes were on the lace edging of her bra now, and she waited letting
him look, even as she could feel her breasts swell with the heat he was
throwing off.  “Now the rest,” he said, his voice dropping impossibly lower,
even as she felt the hard spike of heat pressed between her legs get impossibly
harder.
    She slipped her hands
behind her back as he pulled her forward to make room.  He was watching for the
fabric to drop with an intensity that was almost scary.  She stopped, biting
her lip and trying not to smile when she teased him further.  “You sure you don’t
want to get some dinner first, you know, to keep up your strength.” He snarled
and snapped, his eyes never leaving her soon to be bared breasts.  “Wouldn’t
want hunger to diminish your . . . stamina. ”
    He lifted his eyes to
hers, and growled again.  “Take it off, or I shred the fuckin’ thing.”
    Isabella fought off the
laugh that was threatening and unhooked her bra.  “Okay, but being testy can be
a sign of hunger, too.”  She pulled the bra off her arms and threw it across
the room, not paying attention to where it landed.  Now Lucas was looking at
her naked breasts and the look in his eyes swept all the teasing from her
thoughts.  She was already struggling with mounting desire when, without any
warning, he leaned down and took a whole breast into the warm cavern of his
mouth and sucked.  Her head banged back against the door, but pain was a
distant concept.  She was beyond caring as the suction and heat on her breast
was causing her hips to jerk and rub against him involuntarily.  Only he pressed
so tight she had no way to get the friction she needed.
    “Lucas,” she breathed,
as his mouth moved on to the other breast before he pulled her grasping legs
away from his waist and ripped off her panties.  Then he hauled her back with
hands on her thighs.  She wrapped back around a fully clothed Lucas with her
skirt around her waist and her heels on, nothing else.  The feel of denim on
the soft skin of her inner thighs was mind altering.  She moved her hands to
his shoulders to try to get some traction while her pelvis tilted up in search
of more friction. 
    She was so wet he had
to feel it even through the thick denim.  His big hand shoved between them and
she pulled back, thinking he was going for his pants.  It was almost as good an
idea when instead he used that hand to create the friction she was looking
for.  Her head tossed back. Bang .  She would be lucky if she didn’t give
herself a concussion at this rate.
    The thought flew away
with the pain, when he slipped a finger inside and pushed unerringly at the
right spot.  She felt the muscles in her stomach and legs spasm, as he moved
his thumb to her clit and pressed, at the same time rubbing the other finger
over the spot deep inside her.  She came hard.  He pulled back from her breast
with a pop, then marked the underside of her breast with his teeth while she
shouted his name.
    When she came back to
the present he pulled her down his body until his mouth was against his mark. 
His hand was still between her legs but this time they were releasing him from
his zipper.
    “Lucas,” she whispered
again, with no breath left in her lungs.  She rubbed against the knuckle of his
hands no doubt leaving them wet from her passion.  “More.”
    He finished freeing
himself and gave her more.  Pressing the broad tip of his cock inside her, he snarled
against his mark on her.  She felt his teeth clamp down just as he slammed in
hard.
    Miley’s head went back
again.  Bang.   Lucas trailed his hand up her body, claiming her hips and
waist, and then trailed up the side of