Veil of Shadows by Shiloh Walker

soft, sleek folds of her sex.
    He nestled his cock against her heat and rocked against her. They both shuddered. The scent of her rose to tease him. Hot. Musky. Perfect. Ripe . . . Gritting his teeth, he lifted his head and muttered, “Are you . . . Should we . . .”
    He couldn’t think—
    Her lashes drifted low. “I won’t get pregnant if that’s your concern. Unless there are other concerns . . . ?”
    “No.” No. Other than that, the only concern he had was just having her. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, steadied himself and pressed against her. Then he stilled and shifted his grip, catching her knees over his elbows and lifting her, opening her.
    “I want to see,” he muttered. “Want to watch as I take you.”
    She whimpered, a hungry female sound that did bad, bad things to his already shaky control. Then she lowered her gaze, and they both watched as he entered her. She was wet and slick, but tight, flowering open around him as he forged deeper.
    By the time he had buried his throbbing dick completely inside her, they were both sweating, both shaking, and Syn was making hot, sexy little sounds deep in her throat. Hunger rode him, hard and demanding, but he resisted the urge. This wasn’t going to last long enough as it was, and he needed it to. Needed more than a fast, quick fuck that ended nearly as soon as it began.
    So instead, he withdrew as slowly as he’d entered. And he continued to watch her. Her mound had tight, black curls. Her clit, swollen and red, peeked out from the folds of her sex. And where she stretched so tight around him, her flesh glistened with dew. His mouth watered, and if he had any semblance of control, he might have pulled away and gone to his knees before her, pressed his mouth just there to see if she tasted as hot, as sweet, as he thought she would.
    She whimpered and strained against him, arching in his arms. “More,” she demanded. She didn’t wait for him to respond, though, sliding her hand down, her slender, pale fingers seeking out the stiff bud of her clit and stroking it. The sight of her touching herself had his balls drawing tight against him and he swore as hot and cold chills raced down his spine. He let go of her legs, groaned as she wrapped them around his hips. Then he caught her wrists and pinned them over her head—if he had to keep watching as she stroked herself, this would end far too soon. Excitement flashed in her eyes even as she jerked against his hold.
    He smiled at her and leaned against her, carefully tightening his hold and watching as her lashes fluttered over her eyes. “You like that, Captain?” he teased, dipping his head to rub his mouth against hers.
    She responded by biting his lower lip, then sucking it into her mouth. “More,” she demanded. Then she clenched around him, using her internal muscles to milk his cock.
    Buried inside those snug folds, his cock jerked demandingly. Growling against her mouth, he said, “Stop—I want this to last.”
    “Why? We have all night.”
    “Excellent point.” Then he let go of his fragile hold on control, riding her soft, sleek body and listening as she sobbed out his name.
    Her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples tight, hard points. The muscles in her belly spasmed and clenched and she trembled. All over, she trembled, shuddering as though she might fly apart in his arms.
    He wanted that—just that—wanted to watch her fly apart and be there to hold on to as she came back to herself. Back to him. Letting go of her wrists, he worked his arms around her body and caught her, held her close.
    His climax rushed up on him, demanding—insistent. He felt her tightening, felt the tension mount in her body just as he felt himself falling, faltering. Her arms wrapped around his neck, held him, just as securely as he held her.
    “Come for me,” he rasped. Please . . . before I fall alone .
    But it wasn’t necessary because even as he whispered the