“Oh, God . . . please, Kellan . . .” I moaned in his ear. He quickly adjusted his clothes and pushed himself into me before my addled brain could even process what had happened. I had to lightly bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out with the pleasure of it. He buried his head in my neck and paused to catch his breath. In my impatience, I raised my hips to his and he groaned, pushing hard against me. I wanted it harder. Surprisingly, I told him so, and he roughly, and eagerly, obliged. “God, Kiera . . .” I heard a faint, “God . . . yes,”
