Page 68 of Beautiful Revenge

I love it.

I press my heels into his rock-hard ass and surge down onto our connection. He puts one muscled arm to the wall over my head. “Brace, baby. There’s no way I can take this slow. You feel too fucking good.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. I do as he says and grip his wide shoulders as he supports me with one hand, his weight, and his cock.

A first for me.

He wasn’t exaggerating. When he starts to move, it’s more than I’ve ever experienced. It’s so much more.

Devon isn’t just getting off.

He’s powerful and demanding. So different from anything I’ve experienced before. And he wasn’t kidding about wanting to look into my eyes the first time. Every time we come together, it’s not about him or me.

There’s that word again.

Us.

It’s like it’s as essential as our next breath.

His movements become quicker and more erratic. My nails sink into his shoulders so hard, I’m afraid I’ll break skin. I’m forced to hold on tight. When I feel another orgasm creeping through me, I arch my back to press my clit into him every time he pounds into me.

He feels it, too, and moves faster and harder. It’s enough to push me over the edge again.

When my sex pulses around his cock this time, his mouth crashes to mine. He thrusts into me two more brutally beautiful times, waking up parts of me I thought were dead.

Devon presses into me one more time and I realize the skin on my back is hot from the friction against the wall. When I slump against his body from my second orgasm, he wraps me up in his thick arms.

My head falls back from exhaustion as if I wasn’t only here for the ride. His lips make their way from mine to myjaw to the nape of my neck where he traces the skin down to my shoulder with the tip of his tongue.

“Baby,” he calls for me.

That word spills from his lips so naturally, you’d think it was my given name. Nothing forced. Nothing fake.

“Hmm?” I pry my fingers from their death grip on his shoulders.

Ugh. Dead and death. I need to heed my own rule. Morbid words are off the table, both in thoughts and spoken aloud.

“Look at me,” Devon demands.

I force my eyes open and lift my head. The expression I find etched in his handsome face is different, but no less intense. “What?”

There’s no teasing in his tone. “It’s good we made that contract.”

My heart skips an uncertain beat, and I lose my post-orgasmic chill. “Why?”

He presses his cock into me again. “Because if we didn’t have this agreement in place, I’d be the freak who kept the runaway bride locked away in my creepy tower.”

I relax in his arms, and I realize how strong he is. He hasn’t wavered once holding me here. “I canceled the nuptials. I didn’t run anywhere. Don’t make me out to be some nervous princess with cold feet. I saved myself. Get it straight, Devon.”

He leans in and kisses me, softer but longer this time. When he tips his forehead to mine, I feel his sincerity. “I’ll never make that mistake again. I’m sorry you had to do that, baby. Thank God you saved yourself.”

Honesty from a man ... I never knew that could feel so good. I should thank him, but instead I brush my thumb over his scar. “How did you get this?”

He lifts his scarred shoulder like what he says next is no big deal. “Caught a bullet for my little sister. It’s not as big of a deal as it looks.”

My eyes widen, and it’s not lost on me that we’re having this conversation naked when he’s still half hard inside me. “I disagree. A bullet is a big deal.”

He leans in and presses his lips to mine. “Let’s talk aboutour war stories tomorrow. I don’t want to talk about bullets or scars. I just had you for the first time.”