Wicked and True (Wicked & Devoted 4)

God, she needed that—and him—as much as she needed air.

Tessa threw her arms around his neck, plastering her body to his, and kissed him back. She gave him her fears and worries. Zy took them all, sweeping them up and aside with every dominating lash of his tongue as she melted into him, wrapped her legs around him, and rubbed against him in an unabashed, silent plea.

He tore his lips free, panting harshly in the otherwise silent space. “Fuck, I need you.”

“I need you, too.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.”

She shook her head, begging him with her eyes. “I swear.”

With a growled curse, he took the last handful of steps to the metal chair, threw himself into it, and dragged her onto his lap, forcing her to straddle his hips. “Prove it.”

The situation was grave, but being this close to him made Tessa tremble with head-to-toe desire. “Yes.”

Then Zy lurched forward. Without an ounce of gentleness, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged until his lips hovered a mere breath from hers. She surged closer, clutched his face in her hands, and closed the remaining distance.

She kissed him feverishly. Her body leapt to life. Her heart roared. Her skin sang. Her nipples tightened. Her pussy wept. For him. Always for him. Only for him.

Tessa pressed her body to his everywhere she could—lips, chests, abdomen—and rocked against him. Beneath his denim, his cock was like an iron bar, riding the most sensitive spot between her legs and arousing her so head-spinningly fast she whimpered.

He tore his lips from hers, his breaths hard and harsh. “More. Don’t you dare hold back.”

“I can’t, not from you.”

“Then make the most of now; it’s the last fucking time I’m going to touch you.”

Her heart contracted, threatening to crumble, but she refused to waste this moment on regret and tears. He’d given her one last chance to meld with the man she loved and drink in his strength. She needed it. She was taking it.

Tessa nodded and clutched his shoulders before she bent to nuzzle his salty-musky neck. His skin was soft, velvet over steel. She dug her fingers into the shorn hair at his nape and dragged her lips up to his lobe with a nip. He shuddered. His breathing quickened. She couldn’t resist more.

She planted her mouth along his jaw and kissed her way down, shoving his T-shirt aside to bite into the firm bulge of muscle between his shoulder and his neck. When he hissed, she laved the sting with a long lick, loving the slightly salty flavor of him on her taste buds. Then she dragged her tongue from the hollow between his collarbones upward, flattening over his Adam’s apple and nipping at his chin before he lost patience, cursed, and fused their mouths together for another violent kiss of rough breaths and desperate grips.

Finally, he pulled back. They stared at one another for a long, panting moment. He swallowed hard. She nearly lost herself in the demanding blue of his dilated eyes.

Then he dropped his gaze to her breasts. She felt his visual touch like a caress, her nipples tightening painfully, even before he took them in his hands and lifted one to his mouth with a groan. He sucked hard. The contact was electric, his very touch pumping her with enough wattage to jolt her heart back to life. Her womb clenched in empty pleading.

Tessa arched toward him, tossing her head back and gasping out his name. His tongue swirled around one sensitive crest, then the other, before he sucked, laved, and pinched them in turn. Pleasure rose inside her, hot, hard, and fast, as he ate at her nipples with a merciless grip and a growl. She pressed restless, frenzied kisses to his temple, his forehead, clutching him against her body as if that could keep him with her forever.

He pulled free and tugged on her hair again. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to fuck you.”

“Please.”

Zy broke away just enough to work at his fly. She attacked his T-shirt, jerking it up his torso and tearing it from his body, interrupting him only long enough to free his arms. As she tossed the black cotton across the room, he shoved his pants to his hips. She took his cock in hand, stroking his imposing length, worshipping his iron girth, and reveling when he hissed her name in agonized pleasure.

As if he couldn’t wait another second, Zy lifted her and aligned her over his cock. The moment his crest settled against her slick opening, he gripped her hips and shoved her down to submerge every last inch of his shaft inside her while thrusting up with a snarling moan.

Tessa cried out. Her flesh stretched and stung and burned. It hurt, just like their love. But she absorbed it all, thrilled to be taken by him. To be one with him again.