Page 54 of A Lady of Means (Roses and Rakes #1)

“That’s it, angel,” he groaned. “Take what you want,” as he rammed into her. Her nails dug into his back and she felt the marks as she was leaving them.

“You’re what I want,” she ground out, pulling his head back by his hair as she leaned over him.

He let out a low laugh, tilting his hips. He took her in a circular motion. When she let out a whimper, he said, “Did I find the spot, angel?”

She nodded, her eyes glazed with lust and trained on the sight of him large and glistening and mounted beneath her.

“Say it.”

“You found it, Devil.”

“There’s a good girl. What about these?” He took one of her breasts, so close to his lips, in his mouth. He released one with a loud, wet pop. “Can I fuck these too?”

“Take what you want, Devyn,” she let out on a breathless voice.

She took his cock in one hand and slid it between her breasts, using her other hand to push them together. He slid himself up and down, watching her watching him. She tucked her lip between her teeth and clenched her thighs together. He grazed his cock against her nipple.

“So pretty. I like your wet quim better, bring her back to me.”

Moria took his mouth in hers again, biting down on his bottom lip.

He pulled his head back on a curse. “Jesus, my lip’s bleeding. What did I say?”

There was a note of laughter in his voice, free and unencumbered by the weight of their pasts.

“You say all the right things,” she said, squeezing his erection. “You always do.”

A slow smile spread across his scarred features. “You like it when I talk coarse to you? I told you I didn’t need hands to make you wet.” His beautiful rose tattoo caught her attention.

“I’d like your hands on me just the same.”

“My hands would love nothing more than the feel of you.”

And then when she untied the knot, he was gripping her hair, bringing her mouth to his. His lips claimed hers, his tongue snaking into her mouth.

He brought his cock to her entrance and buried it inside again.

“Fuck,” he tilted his head back against the headboard. His other hand grasped her backside as he slid home again and again. “I think you’re even wetter for me.”

“I don’t think you have seen the half of how wet I can be for you.”

“Drown me.”

Moria turned to face the headboard. He was on his knees behind her. He placed a cushion between her breasts and the headboard. With one hand squeezing her nipple, he used the other hand to arch her back.

“Spread your legs for me, Moria,” His knees spread her legs wider, wider.

When he reseated himself inside of her, she had to bite down on his arm to keep from screaming.

She was holding onto the headboard, arching her back into him while he gripped at her hips. He slid in and out, slamming into the spot inside of her at an angle so deep she felt him everywhere. She felt both of them running rampant toward release when he cried out, “Where do you want me to come?”

She grasped at his arm, holding him. “I want to feel you come inside of me. I want to come together.”

“Fuck, angel. I can’t do that. You know I can’t, even if I want to.”

She curved her back and timed the thrust of her hips with his.

Devyn leaned to trail kisses down her spine. “Because god, you are the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

With his dark hair against her brow, his lips against her skin, his fingers holding her against his onslaught, she said, “Yes. You are.”

“You think I’m beautiful, Moria?” He said, shoved deep inside of her but she could still feel his eyes on her.

“Every inch.”

“Every inch is yours.”

When Moria’s face fell, he stilled. “And you’re mine,” he grabbed her chin, turned her face to her quim. “You see that?”

His mouth overpowered hers, slipping his tongue deep inside her mouth from behind. It was an inartful kiss, but she was taken over by passion too. She pulled at his raven’s wing hair, tore her nails hungrily down his curved back to leave a mark because he was hers too.

His cock slammed deeper into her. “You,” timed with a thrust, “belong,” another thrust, “to,” thrust, “me!”

As he claimed her, Moria exploded. She shattered so brilliantly she felt the release roll over her in gasping waves. He bit her shoulder, screaming her name as he came inside of her on a deep, excruciatingly thrilling thrust.

She collapsed into the counterpane, and Devyn left the bed.

She closed her eyes. And when she opened them, he was cleaning her up with a soft, damp cloth.

Then he collapsed atop her in a tangle of limbs.

This was what she’d wanted when she’d prayed for him back, a passionate frenzy in which she could no longer tell where he ended and she began.

“Think you can still walk?” He said, one hand pulling her against his chest, and the other playing with one of her freely flowing, blonde curls.

She hit him playfully in the arm. “Can you?”

He laughed, nipping at her shoulder. “Why would I want to walk? I have everything I need right here.”

He brought her fingers to his lips to kiss each of them in turn.

“Devyn?”

“Hmm?” He said, settling into a pillow with one great arm behind his head. Moria pulled the coverlet and sheet over both of them.

“Will you tell me? What it was like? I want to know everything.”

He arched a brow at her.

“Everything,” she reiterated, kissing his broad, bare chest and resting her head on one of his tattoos. “I couldn’t be there with you, you didn’t allow me to be there for you when you got back, but I wanted to. Desperately.”

“At first, I started my rehabilitation to spite you,” he said, his hand drawing little circles on her bare shoulder. “But what was it all for, without this?” he said, taking her mouth in a slow, sweet, drugging kiss.

And then he told her, about all of it, as she lay warm and safe in his arms.