Never passive, she tore off his shirt and splayed her hands on his chest—it was perfectly defined and packed with hard, male muscle. His skin was hot and buzzed with power.

She tugged on his hair as he alternated between playing with her piercings and toying with her nipples—plucking, pinching, and twisting the throbbing buds, sending sparks of pleasure/pain to her clit. “Tanner.”

His cock throbbed painfully at the stark need in her voice. Tanner was just as desperate—no, frantic—for more. For her. Needed to slake the hissing, spitting need roaring through him before he went crazy with it.

He snapped off her panties and cupped her pussy hard. So hot. “Let’s see if you’re ready for me.” He sank two fingers inside her and groaned at how slick she was. “Fuck, kitten, you’re dripping wet. Wet enough to take my cock.”

He hoisted her up, frantic to get inside her before his demon could change its mind and interfere. “Wrap yourself around me. Good girl.” He inched the thick head of his cock inside her. “If this is the only time I get to have you,” he growled, “I’m going to imprint myself in your memory.”

He slammed into her with a shocking, possessive force that stole Devon’s breath, stuffing her full of the long, thick cock now throbbing inside her. She double-blinked. Jesus. The pressure of his cock stretching her to bursting was unlike anything she’d ever felt. She could feel every ridge and vein and beat of his heart.

She pricked his back with her claws. “Fuck me. Now.” He didn’t make her wait. No, he fucked her like he owned her. Hammered into her as if there was a fever pounding in his blood. Every thrust was as savage and ruthless as the mouth that hungrily ate at hers. That was how she wanted him—rough, demanding, out of control.

“I’ve wanted this pussy since the first time I saw you.” Tanner brutally slammed harder, needing to hear more of those little moans. He was hooked on her taste, the feel of her skin, the scorching hot pussy that held him so tight and sucked him back in again and again.

The succulent scent of her need filled his lungs, making him wish he’d taken the time to taste her. He’d been too desperate to wait even a second longer than necessary to get inside her. And there he was, pounding hard, relishing every moan and whimper that mingled with the dick-hardening sound of flesh smacking wet flesh. God, she was so perfectly slick and tight. And so very close to coming. Hell, so was he.

He bit her lip. “I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard.”

Oh, Devon believed him. His pace was feverish as he thrust deep again and again, driving her higher, winding her tighter, making her burn so hot she knew—

Devon frowned as his mind shoved demandingly at hers.

“Let me in,” he said.

Before she’d really thought about it, she dropped her shields. And then he poured into her, until she could feel him everywhere; until she felt what he was feeling—the hunger, the need, the pleasure, a hot slick pussy squeezing him so tight.

Her inner walls quaked around him, and she felt his cock begin to swell. “Tanner, I’m gonna—”

“I know.” He plucked one of her nipple piercings just right and growled, “Come.” He bit down on her neck, purposely breaking the skin.

Devon winced as his venom leaked into her wounds. Fuck, it stung like a bitch. It also threw her over the edge. Digging her nails into his back, she shook violently as waves of blinding pleasure viciously tore through her, arching her spine and wrenching a scream of his name out of her throat. He snarled a harsh curse into her neck as he slammed deep, and she felt his cock pulse over and over as he exploded inside her.

Every bit of strength seemed to seep from her body in a rush, and she slumped against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Mouth dry, chest burning for air, she floated on a post-orgasmic cloud, utterly dazed and completely sated.

It could have been minutes or hours later that she became vaguely aware of him moving, holding her tight in his arms. And then she was falling. No, she thought as she snapped her eyes open, she was being lowered to her bed. Limbs like noodles, she sank into the mattress flat on her back, and her eyelids fluttered shut once more.

She felt the bed dip beside her. Felt him burrow into her side and gently rub at her inner thigh. No, she realized, he was rubbing his come into her skin. Shit, they hadn’t used a condom.

She tried forcing her heavy eyes open—it didn’t work so well. “Tanner.”

He kissed the corner of her mouth. “Sleep, kitten. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Yeah, that would work, she thought. And then sleep pulled her under.

Tags: Suzanne Wright Dark in You Romance
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