Wicked Ever After (Wicked & Devoted 2)

“Pierce. Oh! That feels so…”

“Good?” he murmured against her ear. “Yeah, that’s it. Grind on my fingers. I love to make you hot and watch all your good-girl decorum give way to begging, leg-spreading need.”

He had the filthiest mouth—and she’d never imagined she would like that in a man. But on Pierce, she loved it.

When she was in his arms, she barely recognized herself. He seemed to know exactly where, when, and how to touch her. He understood her body far better than she did. He’d introduced her to a part of herself she hadn’t known existed. She couldn’t unknow it now. She didn’t want to.

“How do you do this to me?” Brea clung as her need gathered, thickened, sharpened.

“Do what? Ramp you up? Make you pant? Remind you that you’re mine?”

“Yes,” she said into his skin as she opened her lips over the hard cap of his shoulder.

His salty musk pervaded her nose and revved her heart as his maleness glazed her tongue. Her need kindled hotter. She laved him again before nipping his hard flesh with her teeth.

He tossed his head back with a hiss and shoved his digits even deeper. “Oh, yeah… Sink your teeth into me, pretty girl. Fuck. Take what’s yours. Show me you’re as hungry as this little pussy tightening on my fingers.”

His words speared her with savage need. She bit down again, this time sinking her teeth into the muscle between his shoulder and neck. Then she sucked frantically.

Pierce went taut with a growl. “If you keep it up, I’m going to shove every inch of my cock deep and fuck you now.”

“Please.” Her body jolted and pinged. Her blood raced. Her restless, hollow desperation for the climax he’d dragged her to the edge of made her claw at him in silent demand.

Brea couldn’t remember ever wanting him more. She bit at the strong tendons in his neck again, wishing she could imprint his taste on her tongue. In response, he manipulated that so-sensitive spot between her thighs until her ache for him felt boundless, ceaseless.

“Pierce!” she gasped in a writhing plea.

“You want more?”

Why was he even asking? She whimpered in answer, squeezing her eyes shut as she twisted and bucked, seeking that last bit of sensation she needed to find ecstasy.

He pulled back. “Don’t be stubborn. You want to come? All it takes is one word. Just say yes.”

Brea could no longer think of a single reason to say no. Even if their future was uncertain, she still loved him. She always would.

Maybe tonight would be the beginning of something new for them. Or maybe it would be the last time she ever touched him. Either way, she wanted to give herself over to him completely so she could savor and hoard every moment they had together.

“Yes.” She pressed her lips along his jaw before settling her mouth under his. “Always yes.”

“Thank fuck. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you, too.” Her body clenched. Her heart panged. Her eyes stung. “Don’t leave me again.”

With one hand, he cupped her cheek and forced her stare to his. With the other, his thumb still swirled where she ached most. “Shh, pretty girl. I never want to.”

His solemn expression had Brea clutching him tighter. “Hurry. I need you.”

“How? Tell me.”

“Inside me.” And with me. Always.

His fingertips rubbed and prodded inside her again. “Oh, I am.”

“No.” She groped for his zipper and yanked it down, then wrapped her greedy hand around his hot, pulsing shaft with a squeeze. “This. Inside me. Now.”

Agonized pleasure tightened his face as he growled, “Spell it out. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Brea pulled on his thick erection again, stroking the veins, cataloging the velvet skin over his steely length. “You know.”

“Yeah, but I want to hear you say it. C’mon…”

“Fuck me,” Brea whispered.

She had never spoken that word in her life. It was both horrifying and freeing.

And ultimately rewarding.

“Oh, hell,” Pierce groaned as he kicked off his pants. Within seconds, he’d curled his big hands around her backside and fitted his crest against her clutching opening. Then he went still.

“You’re speaking my language, pretty girl. I’m going to fuck you so hard.” With a harsh forward thrust, he made good on his threat, breaching her to the hilt and slamming the headboard against the wall. “But I’m also going to make love to you until you know you have my heart.”

Brea’s breath caught. “You’ve always had mine.”

Pierce drew back and captured her gaze before he thrust inside her again, penetrating her clear to her soul.

Then, when he was fully seated again, he surprised her by rolling to his back and spreading her out on top of him, chest to chest, slanting his mouth under hers for a breath-stealing kiss. Brea fell into him even more, drowning as he plunged up into her. She rocked to meet him, shocked by the sensations of her skin dragging over his and his erection scraping all the nerve endings inside her.