Then without warning, he slid back into her with one hard thrust.
Helena screamed.
"Kayden—!"
He buried himself to the hilt, eyes squeezed shut, a curse tumbling from his lips as her warmth swallowed him whole. She was tight—still pulsing from her previous orgasms—and he nearly lost control the moment he sank in.
"Shit—you feel too good," he groaned, head dropping to her shoulder.
His hips moved, slow but deep, grinding against her spot until she clenched around him like a vice.
He tried—he really tried—to remember to pull out. But the more her body gripped him, the more her nails raked down his back, the more her cries turned to breathless gasps of pleasure—
His pace faltered.
He was going to come.
Inside her.
Too late.
With a strangled growl, he yanked himself out at the last second, spilling hot onto her stomach and thighs, chest heaving from the effort it took not to stay buried in her.
His hand gripped her hip like a lifeline, fingers digging into her skin.
