Wicked Ever After (Wicked & Devoted 2)

“Pierce!” Brea couldn’t stop herself from rubbing faster and harder as she imagined him pinning her with his big, hair-roughened body and filling her until she felt stretched, achy, and complete.

That was all it took.

Her need surged. She dragged in a sharp breath and blinked up at him in shock as blood rushed to fill her nipples and engorge her pussy. It lit a fire under every inch of her skin in between.

As ecstasy burst inside her, he smothered her scream with his kiss, encouraging her without a word to milk her orgasm for every last sensation. Yes, it felt amazing to know exactly where and how to touch her body in order to elicit this response, but she was also stunned by how unfettered she felt in not only giving herself pleasure but in doing it to please him.

As she shuddered and jerked all the way through her climax, Pierce made love to her mouth ruthlessly, filling his hands with her breasts as he guided her in a gentle crash back to her body.

The moment she sighed in repletion, she opened her eyes to find him unzipping and shoving his pants down. Then he plucked her hand from between her trembling thighs.

“Mine.” He sucked her wet fingers into his mouth with a groan as he made a space for himself between her legs.

Brea opened herself in invitation to him. “Yes…”

The word had barely left his lips before he plunged his thick erection into her tight, still-clenching opening. Brea arched to adjust to the burn of his tunneling girth. She was still wriggling to accommodate all of him when he clamped onto her hips, bit her shoulder to muffle his groan, and started pumping in deep, furious strokes.

Brea felt his animal need in every thrust. It lit her body up again. The orgasm she’d thought was on the soft downhill slide to repletion suddenly regathered and soared her toward stinging bliss once more.

She dug her fingers into his back, wrapped her legs around his pistoning hips, and clung as if this might be the last time she felt him.

Because it might be.

“It’s fucking cold outside, and your pussy is like July, baby. Everything about you makes me hot. Always has.”

She rocked her hips with his. “The first time I looked at you I wanted you.”

“It was all over your face. If Cutter hadn’t busted us apart, I was going to shove you in the nearest closet and put my mouth all over you until you said yes.” He punctuated his statement by dragging his lips along her shoulder, then nipping at her lobe. “And the first time I got inside you, I knew you were the last woman I was ever going to fuck.”

His words weren’t romantic, yet they made her swoon. “I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”

“When you say shit like that, I can’t hold out. God, I love to fuck you. This is gonna go fast. After watching you get yourself off…” He grabbed her hair and forced her gaze to his. “And now being inside you? You fucking own me. Give me your mouth.”

He had always owned her, too.

Brea tilted her lips under his. Pierce took them fiercely, tongue raking inside, teeth nipping at her as he drove her higher and higher. His demand lit her up—powerful, charged with fire, inescapable.

Suddenly, he wrenched his mouth free with a groan, changed the angle of his stroke to deliver lightning to her clit. He worked her rhythmically—hard, steady, unrelenting.

“Pierce!”

“Here. With you. Fuck. Kiss me and let go.”

She was trembling, on the edge, and beyond happy to comply.

Brea’s lips collided with his again. When he nudged her mouth open farther, she stroked against his tongue in a frantic kiss while he panted and thrust.

Then his stare bored down into her. “Come for me.”

His growled command ignited her until she couldn’t do anything but comply.

He slammed deep again, jostling her clit as he scraped a sensitive bundle of nerves inside her. Pleasure swelled and seized her body. While a scream worked its way up her throat, he pressed his palm over her mouth, absorbing her cries as she launched into dark, soaring pleasure.

Above her, he sucked at her shoulder, stiffening. His long, hoarse cry against her skin resounded in her ears as they rode the pinnacle of ecstasy together and, as one, sighed in satisfaction.

Dreamy, dizzying moments later, he melted against her and nuzzled his face in her neck. She stroked his back with her palms, legs still wrapped tightly around him. Brea tried to stay in the moment, but without the bliss blinding her to everything except Pierce’s touch, reality crashed in.

She burst into tears. “I’m so worried.”

“Pretty girl…no,” he crooned in soft concern. “I hate to see you like this.”

That made her cling tighter. “You’re everything to me. I don’t want you to go.”