Marked By The Devil (Devil's Riders 5)

But it would make him happy, so I whispered, “Yes.”

“I’ll go slow, sweetheart. Don’t be afraid.”

His gorgeous face was so serious, so solemn as he positioned himself above me. The smooth, flat expanse of his chest and belly pressed into me. It felt so good. Even the tip of his cock felt like heaven as it pressed into my folds. But then it inched inside and I felt like I was splitting in two.

“Oh. Um . . .”

I was nervous and he knew it. He stopped with his cock just inside me, holding perfectly still above me. It did feel good, but I knew it was just the tip.

“You are made to stretch, baby. Don’t be scared. Just tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”

“You said you couldn’t stop once we started.”

He frowned, shaking his head earnestly.

“I’ll always stop if it’s hurting. I promise. It won’t be easy but . . . Hmmph . . . I promise I will stop.”

He looked at me intently, his jaw clenched as he held his whole body back. All that raw power in check. And he was doing it just for me.

“Am I hurting you, Mols? Please, God, just tell me. Because you feel like paradise to me.”

“No. You’re not hurting me.”

He exhaled in relief and inched forward again. I gasped at the feeling of stretching. It still didn’t hurt, not exactly. But I felt really, really full.

Maybe this is what having a baby feels like . . .

Why are you thinking about babies, Molly? Focus!

I let myself relax and slid my arms around Callaway’s neck. His handsome face was serious, his eyes dark as he focused on what he was doing. What we were doing.

We were really doing it. We were finally having sex. Like two normal people in a relationship. It was no big deal.

Except Callaway was an outlaw biker with piercings and a horse dick and I was an inexperienced girl with major baggage. He’d had dozens of women, I had no doubt. Maybe more. And now he was . . . what? My boyfriend?

Calling a man like Callaway your boyfriend didn’t seem right. It was too tame. Too soft.

No, Callaway isn’t my boyfriend.

He’s my man.

The man braced above me was hard. Literally everywhere. Except maybe his lips.

He moaned as he slid in a little further. He was really taking his time. He did care about me. He wasn’t going to hurt me.

“Oh, there it is.”

“What?”

“I can feel your hymen.”

My mouth opened. I hadn’t expected him to say that. It sounded so . . . medical.

“I can do this without hurting. I hope . . .”

He angled his hips and wiggled around a bit. I nearly laughed, except that it felt incredibly good. So I moaned instead.

“What are . . . mmm . . . what are you doing?”

“Ah, fuck, Molly, you feel so good. Mmm . . . my buddy told me how to do this . . . without hurting you.”

“Do what?”

“I’ll tell you after. Okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

He was breathing heavily as he worked, closing his eyes in concentration. Then something shifted inside me and he slid forward. If I thought I felt full before, this was full times ten. I felt an enormous pressure inside me, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

“Oh!”

“You okay?”

I nodded. “I think so.”

He kissed me softly. Then he lifted his head to stare down at me.

“I really want to move now, but I won’t until you’re ready.”

I nodded and realized that it didn’t hurt. Not even a little. I realized that I wanted him to move.

“Okay.”

“Tell me when.”

“Now.”

He kissed me again, and I felt him pull out just a little bit, then push back in. Then he did it again. And again. Slow and steady.

And oh, my, did it feel good. Everything that had happened before was . . . well, it was nothing compared to this. His skin rubbed against my clit every time he went deep, and I felt myself getting close to coming again.

He lifted my leg on one side and wrapped it around his hip without stopping the sawing motion. He was so confident, so sure of what he was doing. And the look in his eyes took my breath away.

Pure need. Lust. Love.

For me.

“Jesus, I’m close.” He stopped moving above me. “I can’t believe how good you feel, baby.”

“You feel good too.”

He groaned and I felt him swell deep inside me.

“I can pull out. But I don’t want to.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I want everything. I want to have a baby with you.”

“A baby?”

He nodded and pressed my lips with a quick kiss.

“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me I can come inside you.”

I don’t know what made me say yes, but I did. Maybe it was the tingles spreading deep inside me, everywhere his cock touched me. Maybe it was the hopeful look on his face.