Page 38 of Duress (Birch Falls #3)

EVERLY

W hen my back hits the thick, tufted, goose down comforter on my king-size bed, Dane is immediately on top of me, pressing his erection against the seam of my leggings as his mouth continues to explore every inch of my skin.

His hands slide under my T-shirt, pushing it up, exposing my breasts to him.

I hadn’t bothered with putting on a bra, and Dane is pleased with this discovery.

I feel his lips curve into a smile between the kisses he keeps pressing into my skin.

He moves his body down mine until he can take one of my nipples into his mouth.

I dig my fingers into his hair, holding him in place as he lavishes attention on my breast. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I shouldn’t be doing this.

That we should talk. I should check in with him.

That I should stop being such a selfish cunt and just confess the truth to him, but when he looked at me after being hit with that fresh wave of grief and devastation, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt him further.

Not without a way to fix it. Knowing the truth and proving it are two entirely different things, and I am determined to be able to prove it in a court of law before Bryce knows what is coming at him.

All thoughts of redemption fly out of my head when he captures my nipple between his teeth and bites. Sending a jolt of sharp pain that shocks my system before softening into pleasure, causing whatever objections had been running through my mind to scatter, swept away from a wave of bliss.

“So good. You’re so good, Dane. So good to me.

” I shower praise on him as I grind my center against his rigid length.

He worships my breasts, alternating sides, licking, kissing, sucking, biting, until I am a panting, needy mess beneath him.

Just when I’m seconds away from begging him to put his dick in me, he releases my breast with a pop—a bright red mark on the verge of going purple stands out against my pale skin.

“I need to be in you, Everly. I need you.” There is a frantic sort of desperation in his eyes that dissolves any remaining shred of moral goodness I have inside of me. I can’t say no to this man, and I will go to hell for it.

His lips capture mine in a kiss that feels as desperate as he looks.

His lips are salty from tears. I lick them, trying to erase the evidence of his hurt.

I would do anything to make sure he never goes through that kind of pain ever again.

His hands pull my leggings down, and cool air greets the flushed, hot skin of my pussy.

The wetness on my vulva only has a moment to cool before Dane shoves two fingers in me, curling them to my G-spot in one fluid motion.

I’m so slick and ready for him, he hits his target, causing my hips to buck up, seeking more pressure.

“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you, baby?

I’m going to fuck you until I’m under your skin.

Until I’m your everything, like you are mine.

” Dane whispers his filthy vow directly into my ear as he curls his fingers into a come hither motion, detonating me.

Wetness gushes from me as I bite on the fleshy part of my palm in an attempt to muffle my scream.

Dane captures my wrist with the hand that just wrung every ounce of pleasure from me, leaving me empty and gasping for air.

“Don’t you dare keep your screams from me. If I make you come, I want to hear it. I deserve to hear it.” His words are so commanding, but there is an earnestness to them that wraps around my heart, binding it to his inextricably.

Dumbfounded and lust drunk, I nod my understanding while I lose myself in the forest green of his eyes.

Then the thick head of his cock is pressing against my entrance.

Somehow he got both of our pants off and made me come like some sort of sexual hat trick.

Unwilling to wait for a second longer, he shunts his dick inside me with a forceful thrust, the desperate need to merge our bodies together radiating from him.

“Need to be inside you. God, I need you.”

His words are a quiet prayer whispered against my skin that I’m not sure he even knows he is uttering.

I drag his shirt up so I can feel his skin against mine.

We break apart only long enough to lose our shirts.

With no more barriers between us, our movements become less frantic and more languid and intentional.

He traces his fingers along the curve of my waist. I drag my fingernails up his back.

His thrusts go from powerful and frantic to slow and methodical.

His hips move in a fluid, languid rocking like the surf lapping at the beach.

I lose all sense of time as we kiss, our bodies undulating in a rhythm that only they know.

We move together like we’ve done this a thousand times already.

Pleasure builds in me slowly, like a fire catching from the smallest spark.

Soon the heat builds to indescribable levels.

I dig my fingers in his back, urging him to keep going, and Dane responds by kissing me harder, but continuing to fuck me like he’s savoring it and in no hurry to come.

My orgasm is so close, but just out of reach. I lock my ankles around his hips, urging him to fuck me harder, and he responds by biting my lower lip.

“You want to come, Ever? You gonna let me hear this one?” His eyes darken at his question, and I know there is only one correct response.

“Yes. Please make me come.”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk before he snaps his hips, fucking me hard, just the way I need.

“Fuck, yes!” I don’t hold back this time and rain praise down on him as he drives into me, unleashing another orgasm from me that causes me to clutch on to him so hard I know I draw blood.

Dane doesn’t miss a beat, and keeps fucking until I feel him thicken inside me as his own pleasure erupts.

Our mouths find one another as he slowly lowers his body so we are pressed together—chest to chest, his dick still inside me, coated in our release as it softens.

We are breathing each other’s air as our kiss becomes slow and tender.

I can feel our hearts crashing together where our skin touches.

Dane did it. He is inside of me. He is part of me now.

There is no going back for me now. No matter how wrong it is.