Evin's Fight (Southern Charmers 3)

I defy him, clenching harder to meet his strokes. Every muscle in his body strains. “Slow,” he utters.

“Slow is for later.”

His animalistic growl vibrates around the room, spreading goosebumps along my skin. His dick lurches inside me and I lose all focus, letting the fire build inside

He takes advantage of my submission and brings his hands back to my head, lacing his fingers through my hair. “Never in my life has anything meant this much.”

God! So sweet my eyes sting.

I pivot my hips to meet his rhythm and he kisses me softly. He reaches to my hand at his neck, covering it, and links our fingers. Sliding them between us, he places them to his chest. The rapid beating of his heart speeds against my palm.

“The first time I saw you, the first time you hit that stage, the moment you walked out of that theatre, the kiss on the dance floor, the way you fit against me.” His voice husky and low, his lips brush mine. “The first taste of champagne on your tongue, waking up to a rainbow of colors spread out on my chest, the image of you in that bikini, the dawn you woke me giving me access to this stunning body. I can recite all our firsts, Poppy, and each time my heart was racing like this.”

Tears swell until he becomes a blur.

“Fast, rough, dirty, wild, we’ll get our chance. But give me this slow and beautiful first. My cock inside you, knowing you’re mine, and no one will ever know the treasure of having all of you. And you knowing you’re the only one to have all of me. Never had this, baby. The silky perfection of skin on skin, connected everywhere.” He continues to drive into me in steady, controlled thrusts.

His lips brush the tear that escapes. “You feel it?”

“Yes.” My eyes slide shut and I soak in what he’s giving me. Our bodies tangled, his grip tightening as his heart speeds, the warmth of his breath coating my mouth, each stroke inside.

Then his words roll through my mind. The treasure of having all of you. I get that from him as well.

“Let me see those eyes. What shade do I get when I’m inside you?”

I open, instantly wanting the same. My breath catches at the smoldering liquid copper piercing back.

“Blue,” he states, kissing me again.

His thumb crosses over mine, circling my nipple, and sparks radiate across my skin. My hips pivot, surging up and urging him deeper. I tear my mouth away, moaning when his cock brushes along a spot so delicious my toes curl.

Pleasure points? G-spots? Whatever it is, I get it now.

When women talk about a man that can find it and send electrifying energy shoots through their veins. The fire in my spine travels through my system, igniting a need so great it threatens to detonate.

“Fuck, baby, you there?”

“Please,” my plea is hoarse and ragged.

“Let go.”

“You—” God, the pleasure is so powerful, I can’t form the words.

“I’ll be there.” He increases his speed.

Every muscle in my body tightens and I clench around him with all I have. A force like I’ve never known rocks through me and I cry out his name, flying apart.

“Fucking beautiful.”

He drives harder, hitting the right spot each time until I’m panting.

“Give me another one,” he growls at my ear.

I want to tell him I can’t. It’s impossible to experience something so magnificent. But my voice is gone.

He unlaces another finger, pinches my nipple hard, and groans into my neck, his own body flexing tight. His cock thickens, pulsating inside me, and the impossible happens. My body jolts and I come again. Dynamic waves of ecstasy take over and the earth shatters, taking me along. My mouth goes to his neck and I clamp down to muffle my screams.

His tongue glides over my pulse point affectionately, and I gradually float back to reality, blinking until my vision clears. Through it all, he doesn’t stop moving.

My hold on his head loosens, but my hand remains on his chest, loving the rapid beats.

“Sweetie,” I whisper, needing to see his face.

“Give me a second, baby.”

His pulse slows, and he comes back to me, releasing my hand to cup my cheek.

“Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.”

His lips curl, and he scans my face with an expression I don’t recognize. “Never understood it. Watching men fall for years over a woman and not able to pinpoint. Saw it over and over the last few years. Pierce, Miller, my dad, a few buddies, and I was happy for them. But never understood the moment things change. Connection, chemistry, protection—all that shit makes sense. I thought I understood when I met you. I didn’t have a fucking clue.”

“What didn’t you have a clue about?”

“An adoration so deep and powerful, I want to live my life inside you.”