Wicked and True (Wicked & Devoted 4)

“You’re making it hard to resist you.”

“Because I don’t want you to.”

There were a thousand ways he wanted to touch her and a million ways he wanted to take her. Right now, all he could do was close his eyes and try to bring his runaway heartbeat under control.

But it was no use.

“Fuck.” He rolled to her side and positioned his mouth just above her nipple, then covered her soaking pussy with his greedy fingers. “Get ready. This is going to be fast.”

“What?” The word trembled from her lips, but the question came too late.

He’d already dragged her taut tip in his mouth with a savage suck and plunged a pair of fingers between her folds. He began working them inside her. Oh, holy shit, she was tight. He got dizzy just thinking about how much patience it would take to ease his way inside her and how perfectly they would fit once he did.

As he finally wedged his fingers as far inside her as he could, Tessa let out a low moan, planting her feet flat on the mattress and bucking up to meet his searching touch. With one hand, she gripped the sheet. With the other, she dug her nails into his back.

Zy looked at her, lost in the passion he heaped on her—and he nearly lost all restraint.

His impatience mentally yanked like a rabid dog on its leash, but he jerked it back and focused on Tessa, on her pleasure, hooking his fingers inside her to rub the smoothest bit of flesh behind her clit. All the while, he settled his thumb over the little nubbin and started a teasing counter-stroke.

Instantly, she gasped. Her eyes flew open wide. Her body tensed. And her pussy clamped down on him. The little bead under his digit was as hard as a diamond. “Zy!”

“You’re getting close, baby.” He didn’t ask; he knew.

“Yes, but I want to touch you, taste you…”

He wanted that, too. “Later. The first time will be hard and fast. I can’t help it. I fucking need you.”

“Yes!” she cried as he took her nipple onto his tongue again, sucking it deep as he traced fevered circles on her hardening clit.

She kept tensing, tightening, clamping down as her breathing quickened, her color flushed, and her pulse drummed. She was seconds from orgasm.

“Oh, my…Zy. Zy!”

Her body was seizing up, and that was his cue.

He pulled his fingers free, shoved his jeans around his hips, slid between her legs, and fitted his thick crest against her slick opening—and started pushing in. Sweat already slicked his back as he locked his fingers with hers, then drilled his stare into hers as he did the same to her body, one strong, driving thrust after the next, punctuated by her little whimpers and pleas, until he was fully seated inside her.

Hell, the feel of Tessa around him was the most perfect ever. He’d fucked women for a decade and a half in all corners of the world, of all shapes, sizes, and colors. And right here, right now, he knew this one had been made for him.

He was never letting her go.

Zy used his knees to spread hers wide while he anchored his elbows against the mattress for maximum leverage. Then he pushed harder into her, plunging in and bottoming out, wishing he could go even deeper and lose himself inside her forever.

Under him, she met him thrust for thrust, lifting to him, twisting and welcoming, spreading frantic kisses across his shoulder and up his neck, her teeth tugging at his earlobe with just enough sting to make him sizzle. She mewled restlessly, urging him on.

And he was on fire. Every nerve ending, every inch of his skin. Down in his gut and inside his heart, he burned for this woman. And he fucked her like it was the first and last time he ever would. Like only she mattered. He wanted her to understand on a visceral level how much he desired her and always would.

The second they were forced to leave this bed, he was going to find the nearest jeweler so he could put a ring on Tessa’s finger and call her his every day, every night, for the rest of his life. No way would he let her slip through his fingers. Whatever she needed, whatever it took, whatever he had to do, she would be his.

She tightened again, and he felt her pussy begin to flutter around him. “Zy! Oh, my god. Please. Please. I can’t… Don’t stop. I—”

“Yes,” he ground out, thrusting into her faster and faster. “Fuck. Fuck, yes. Oh… Tessa. Baby!”

She screamed in his ear, her pussy clenching and spasming on him as he let go with a harsh, hoarse cry, gripping her hands tight, rattling the bed, and showing her absolutely no mercy.

Pleasure pinged inside him, filling every corner of his body, flooding his cock…and inundating his heart. He gripped her hands tighter, shoved his elbows deeper into the mattress, and used his knees to propel himself even harder. A low growl of shocked ecstasy rattled from his throat as he released deep inside her.