Claimed By The Devil (Devil's Riders 8)

“We’ll fit,” he growled, removing my clothing and then his own.

“I mean on the bed,” I giggled.

“We’re getting a new bed. Soon,” he answered. “I want to fix the place up.”

“You do? I mean, you don’t have to—” He cut me off with a kiss and a murmured shush. But he was right. We were onto doing . . . other things.

I’d been a virgin twenty-four hours before. It was hard to believe how nervous I had been. But now . . . I was eager for him. For his touch.

Eager for his gorgeous cock inside me.

“Hurry,” I urged him, ripping his shirt off.

“I want to taste you,” he said. I shook my head.

“No. Please. I don’t want to wait.”

He growled and disappeared long enough to kick his pants off. Then he was back, angling his cock down toward me. I gasped as I felt the silky, hot head press against my outer lips.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Goddamn, Melissa,” he groaned as he sank inside me. I gripped his shoulders, feeling the thick muscles give just slightly under my fingertips.

I said something incoherent as he moved above me, his dark eyes focused on mine. It was so intimate, so intense, with us staring into each other’s eyes. But I loved it. I could not have looked away if I tried.

He grunted like an animal when my body clamped down on his instinctively. It was unconscious. I wondered if I could actually control it . . . I tried and he moaned.

Well, that was interesting.

So I did it again.

Nick captured my hands over my head and growled at me.

“What are you doing, Melissa?”

I rocked my hips and squeezed him.

“Hmm?” was my reply. I was feeling way too much pleasure to stop. In fact . . . “Oh, oh, oh!”

My head tossed on the pillow. The same old pillow I’d slept on since childhood. But everything felt different. I was a woman now. A woman who knew how to give herself and her man pleasure. It was almost impossible to believe, but it was true.

My breasts rubbed against his chest with every thrust of his hips. Having my arms lifted over my head like that was making my orgasm even more intense. I couldn’t move, other than arching my back.

Nick cursed and started pumping his cock into me hard and fast. He hissed with pleasure and froze. I felt him expand inside me, if that were even possible. He was already so large that he filled me completely. But it didn’t hurt. He felt just right. Tingles spread out from my center and then exploded in a bright fireworks show inside my body.

I arched off the bed, strong enough to lift his heavy body on top of me. Nick was saying something over and over again. I could barely think, let alone hear him. Nothing we had done had made me this out of control yet. I could not stop shaking. The orgasm seemed to go on forever.

Nick watched me, leaving me speared helplessly on his hard cock. I saw him grimace and his hips jerked again. So it wasn’t just me then, I thought. Good.

We held each other as we both shook. Nick’s eyes closed as my body continued to convulse beneath his. Finally, he kissed me and rolled us both to the side.

“Hungry?” he asked after we had both caught our breath. “Or we could nap for a little while before dinner.”

“I vote nap,” I said, snuggling against his chest. He was still pressed between my legs.

“So, I was thinking,” he said as we squeezed together sleepily. “What if we turn this and the room next door into a master suite? Leave Mom’s room as it is. We could get an airstream to bunk in for now. I’ve always wanted one.”

“We can move in there. We should,” I said, even though it felt weird.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret it.”

“I think . . . I think I would like sleeping in her bed. But I want to keep some things as they are.”

“The tiny closets or the single bathroom in the whole house?”

I laughed and slapped his shoulder halfheartedly.

“No, I meant the furniture. If you really think we could fix things up . . .”

“We can. And we will. I just don’t want to rock the boat for you emotionally.”

“Thank you, Nick. I want you to be comfortable here, too,” I added shyly. “It’s your home. If you want it to be.”

“Anywhere you are is my home,” he said softly. I felt my heart grow a little bit bigger. I didn’t say anything. The bed might be too small, and the house might have felt empty, but for the first time since Mom died, it felt like a home.

I was smiling ear to ear as I fell asleep wrapped in Nick’s arms.