Free Berserker's Rage by Elle Boon

downward thrust he hit her clit, his thrusts became faster, forcing her to take what he gave. Her little moans and breathy sighs became high pitched squeals as he reached between her thighs and rubbed the bundle of nerves in tight little circles. Her eyes widened and she screamed his name, her muscles clamping down on his cock.
    A shiver wracked his body, and then heat washed over him as he pounded into her, racing towards his own climax, semen jetted out of him into the condom. Even as he ground against her in a slow circle, she continued to milk him as if her body wanted every last drop he had to give. Hal tried to keep from collapsing on top of her much smaller frame. His arms shook from the exertion. Her arms squeezed him tight, and he buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent. He was sure he could spend the rest of eternity right where he was.
    After a few moments Hal pushed up, disengaging their lower halves. “I’ll be right back.” He hopped off the side of the bed and went into the adjoining bathroom to get rid of the condom. Washing his hands, he stared at his reflection and was amazed there wasn’t a big goofy grin on his face.
    When he walked back into Felicity’s room, she’d climbed under the covers. He wasn’t sure if she was hiding her body from him, or if she was cold. Hal wouldn’t allow her to pull back from what they’d just done. He pulled her against him, then covered them both with the light blanket. Her soft skin rubbing against him was a thing of beauty, and he loved it. Loved her. He stilled at the last thought.
    “What have you been doing? Are you working at the shop again?” He hated the thought of her anywhere near where she’d been attacked.
    Her head was pillowed on his chest, but even in the dark he was sure she was blinking back tears. He could hear her breath catch. “They couldn’t hold my position all this time. I don’t blame them, but there is a bright spot.” She propped her head up on his chest. “I didn’t love being a manager of the boutique. My passion is designing clothes. I’ve been drawing since, well, forever. I always sketched designs, and since the office was my domain, I didn’t think about leaving them in my desk. Caitlyn, the owner, found them and fell in love. By the time I came home, she had several pieces created and wants to sell them in her shop.”
    Excitement laced her voice. He held her close and listened to her describe her clothing designs. Hal had no clue what an A-line was, or what latest fashion trend was the most popular. All he knew was Felicity was happy, and naked, and all his.
    “You have zero interest in what I’m talking about, do you?”
    Honestly, he was interested in anything she did or said. “Felicity, you could talk about digging dirt in the Foothills, and I’d listen to you for days. The thought of you got me through the last three months.”
    Her head came off his chest, green eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room. “You have no clue how I fantasized about your voice. Oh, lord, that probably sounds creepy.”
    He chuckled. “I’m very happy to hear you thought about me, in any capacity.”
    She was clearly pleased by his words, when her breath came out in a long exhale.
    His hand traced a line along her back, all the way around her heart shaped ass. He felt her shiver as he smoothed his palm back up and then down again. When he reached the bottom of her spine he trailed his fingers between the cheeks of her ass, letting his fingers slip beneath, finding Felicity already wet. His own cock had already hardened against her side, pulsing with a life of its own.
    Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. He imagined her mouth surrounding his cock, but pushed back those thoughts. Hal was pretty sure she wasn’t ready for that type of play so soon after her ordeal.
    “I want to take you in my mouth.” Her words echoed what he’d just been thinking, and he allowed himself to thrust against her, his aching dick wanting