I’m not done, woman.
And I delve my tongue inside her, thrusting again and again and again.
Telling me she wants me.
Telling me she’s ready.
Telling me that she’s so mine I won’t let her leave this town.
Gonna do whatever the fuck it takes to keep her here.
Especially when her body goes rigid, twitching, electric, and comes for me so sweet I think I’m hooked on her for life.
Peace goes off like a wildcat, hissing her pleasure, every last bit of her rolling. My tongue never stops, fucking her through it, totally obsessed with owning her as she comes, now and forever.
My cock is on fucking fire by the time she lets up.
This hell between my legs might be worse than my bum leg—good thing I’m looking at the cure.
I flow up her body, capturing her mouth, tasting her lips, giving her back the taste of herself. She takes it with a shrill moan that just makes my cock jerk even harder.
Damn, I love a girl who isn’t afraid of herself. Who can lose herself in sex and passion without restraint.
There’s something both deliriously filthy and angel pure about the way I delve my tongue in her mouth, priming her till she’s begging again in little whimpers.
Who am I to deny a lady?
Nudging my knee against hers, spreading her, I curl my hand against her hip, pulling her up as I kiss her deeper, softer, slower, longer.
I hold her spellbound in that kiss as I slide in. My eyes waver shut. I let those silky depths slide over me, pull me into the heavy, sweet fullness of her flesh.
She drives me out of my mind.
The way she moves against me, the way we fit together.
I almost can’t fucking stand the idea of ever pulling out when it’s so hot inside her, so right, and the pleasure we make is deeper and headier than anything I’ve ever known.
But my body’s pure greed.
I want all of her.
And I don’t have a prayer of stopping this rhythm any more than I could stop the ocean tide. Not when she’s already rising up, pulling me into her, looking at me with her eyes so dazed and so hot, with that sweet pleading expression on her face, this thing almost like pain, as if she can’t endure the intensity.
I know, darlin’.
I know.
Can’t stand it myself, but I don’t want it to end, crashing my body into hers.
I bring our strokes together till somehow I’m not sure who’s pushing or pulling anymore, only that we’re bound and twined and frantic and breathless, trading kisses and sighs and whispers of each other’s names. I can’t stop saying hers, over and over again.
And I can’t get enough of hearing Blake on her lips, or how she holds on like she’s never wanted for anything else.
The world could shatter and burn around me, right now, but I wouldn’t know anything but her.
I’m in too damn deep.
Her rolling tide pulls at my desire, turning it into something more than the hot-burning lust threatening to burst right out of my veins. It goes molten, something that’s stitched into my skin and bones.
Pure instinct has me moving harder, faster, trying to get deeper inside her, even though I’m filling every bit of her. I try to bury myself where she’ll never forget me, where I’ll never be without her. I make her unforgettably mine in every stroke, claiming her body, mind, and soul.
Never. Leave. Me.
That’s what I’m saying as I make her writhe, make her twist, make her clutch with her thighs shuddering and tight. She won’t be long.
Her eyes flutter open, sunny jade-green staring up at me, her strawberry lips parted in an O, waiting for me to say the magic words.
“Come for me, darlin’. Come like you mean it,” I growl. “Gonna go hard, gonna go with you.”
There.
Her face tenses. Every last bit of her convulses, her hips insane, tits thrusting up against me and her face so slack, so gorgeous, so completely lost as she falls apart.
I’m roaring when my cock explodes, sending lightning up my spine, reckless in my release.
I never had a chance today.
Not when I’m this riled.
She takes me with her, that tight flux gripping against my cock, destroying my self-control.
Don’t leave me.
In every thrust, in every pulse of black magic between us, every seething breath as pleasure cuts through me like a flaming sword, I hear the same word.
Stay, darlin’ lady.
Stay, stay, stay, stay…
* * *
It’s almost zero degrees outside, but it’s got to be running at least a hundred in my bed.
I’m a sweaty mess, and I don’t give a damn.
Not when I’m tangled up with Peace, content and lazy with her stretched half on top of me. Her fingers lace in mine and her mystic-flame hair spills over my shoulder.
“So,” she teases softly, her voice husky in the way that makes me burn. It’s how she sounds when she’s been singing for ages.