Unbearable (the TORQUED trilogy Book 2) by Shey Stahl Read Free Book Online Page A

my back into him, his hips raise at the contact my ass makes with his erection. Every time he touches me my heart races erratically, uncontrollably and I find it hard to catch my breath.
    Reaching up to grab a fistful of his hair behind me, I cry out when his teeth sink into my shoulder. I need more. Never before has this ache been so intense. When he moves, thrusting his hips up and dragging my ass against his erection, I search for friction as his fingers continue to move inside me.
    There’s a heat between us, stronger than the sultry haze in the room as I squirm on top of him. My reactions, my moans of pleasure spark a response in him, his left hand slowly moving back down to squeeze my hip.
    With him hard between the cheeks of my ass, his mouth on the back of my neck goes wild with heavy kisses as his groans of pleasure pass over my skin.
    And all I can do is remember to breathe and say his name, and when I’m so, so close, I tell him and his mouth bites down on my shoulder again, muffling his groan. He’s rubbing and stroking with his talented fingers, and then I’m panting and crying out with my release at his touch. He covers the sounds with his hand that was on my hip, his fingers inside my mouth. I suck on them, my tongue swirling around his fingers, sucking them like I would his dick. His hands are all man, calloused edges of a roughened mechanic, the faintest hints of grease and oil on my tongue. It’s a harsh comfort being held captive at the hands of this man, rugged and raw.
    His hips jerk, thrilling movements that push me over the edge again with every sensation-soaked arch of my back.
    When we part, I sit up, straddling his lap and look over my shoulder at him. The look on his face is one of hunger. While my need has been met, his is still very much there.
    I twist around and face him, my hands resting on his chest. His breath speeds as he watches my hand glide down his forearms. Taking a shuddering breath, his eyes close when my I palm his erection.
    “Fuck, I have to be inside you. Now.” His mouth finds mine, unable to part from me.
    My kisses ask unspoken questions. I can’t help it.
    He offers nothing but hunger and passion, two things he’s always shown me.
    He moves us back, lying me down on the bed, his hands cradling my head. Deepening the kiss, he groans and presses me into the mattress. My body tenses, my arms stiff, wrapping around him. It’s then he remembers the condom and draws back once more.
    I’m in the middle of his bed when he’s crawling back on after putting a condom on. Grabbing me by the ankles, he slides me underneath him. Lifting my right leg, he enters me in one swift, brazen move.
    Just when I think it will be like every other time and I’m waiting for the more dominate side of Tyler, I’m shown something else entirely.
    His hand that’s on my hip moves to cradle my head, his grip never tightening as he threads his fingers in my hair. Tenderly, his lips cover mine, breathing the words, “Don’t think,” against them.
    Our gaze locks and then falls away as he deepens the kiss again. Thrusting inside me, I can understand what he’s trying to do. Make me see that despite me not getting what I wanted, he’s giving me what he can. He cares. It’s just the place in his life where it’s not right. I get that.
    Threading my fingers through his hair, I try to give him what I can. My understanding.
    His tongue slides across my collarbone, my legs lifting to wrap around his waist.
    He shudders, his hands in my hair. Kissing down my neck, he rocks into me with slow languid movements that set my nerves a blaze.
    Drawing back, he swallows, his chest heaving with a breath, the muscles in his throat working. “God, Raven .”
    He doesn’t last long and I’m not surprised. All I can do is lie there and feel him because it’s the best fucking thing I ever felt, being with him like this.
    “Raven,” he whispers again, his lips close to my ear. It’s two more thrusts inside