Page 3 of Moretti Blood Brothers: Vol. One Books #1-4

W illow wasn’t sure how she’d gotten herself into this position, yet here she was, lying on her bed. Naked.

More to the point, in between her legs was the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on. Oh, and good lord, he knew what to do with his tongue. And teeth. And fingers.

“You taste...divine,” Brayden mumbled as his finger slipped inside her, his tongue circling her sweet, sensitive spot.

She was dying to run her hands over those giant tanned shoulders which were propping her legs up.

She should be ashamed of letting a man she didn’t know into her house and, well, her pussy, but she damn well wasn’t. She gripped the sheets and arched her back as a wave of pleasure spread throughout her.

“That’s it, let go and...”

She came, her core clenching around his fingers. It had been so long since she’d experienced such pleasure; she felt dizzy and disoriented. But he wasn’t done. Brayden’s tongue lapped her cream, then suddenly, he was above her, blocking out the light and totally dominating her with his size.

He kissed her, gazing into her eyes as if she were the most magnificent thing he’d ever seen. No one had ever looked at her this way before.

She flushed, feeling deliciously sexy as this god of a man pushed off his jeans and positioned his cock at her entrance. Willow glanced down and swallowed. He was big, incredibly big.

Looking back up, she found silver eyes gleaming with need.

“Okay?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

Grabbing his cock, he pushed in. Slowly. She let out a soft moan, and he kissed her lips.

“I know, baby, and it’ll be yours in just a minute. I want to savor this.”

Willow ran her hands over his shoulders, down his arms, digging nails into his solid biceps. With a mind of their own, her hips lifted and took more of him inside her.

“Shit,” he gasped, eyes closing as if in pain.

“More,” she begged.

Brayden gripped her hips. His face transformed with desire as those silver eyes blazed down at her.

“Tell me what you want.”

He pressed in a little further, then pulled out. She cried out in frustration, but his mouth stole hers as he ran the head of his cock around the moisture of her pussy.

“You. I want you deeper.”

“I want to hear you beg.”

He pushed in a little further this time, his eyes darkening with his own need. She dug nails into his skin.

“Now, Willow.”

His dominance overwhelming her, she cried out, “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

His cock plunged deep within her as he flung his head back and groaned loudly. Willow cried out at the fullness of him in her body after nearly two years of celibacy. She felt him freeze.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, keep going.”

“You’re hurting.” His eyes narrowed.

“Move, dammit.”

Growling, he gently moved until he felt her body adjust; then, he fully sheathed himself within her, his eyes locked on hers. Like a lightning bolt had struck them at the same time, their eyes widened at the sensation of their connection. She looked away, uncomfortable with the intimacy. It was intense, the burning desire flowing through their bodies fighting to overflow.

Brayden sped up, pumping in and out, in and out, as she met his every move with her own. He clenched her hips, taking control now, his thumb reaching to tweak her clit.

She cried out. It was too much. He was too much. Her body had never responded to a man like this. Her breaths ragged, she clung to his arms as if he was a lifeline.

He groaned.

“Fuck, Willow.”

Pulling out, he suddenly flipped over and pulled her on top of him.

“Oh, no!” she cried, hands on his pecs, halting him. They’d forgotten something important.

Brayden shook his head, knowing what she was going to say.

“I’m clean.”

“Me too, but babies.”

He leaned up and kissed her. “I can’t, so it’s all good.”

He couldn’t make babies? He didn’t seem upset about it.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said as he lifted her back onto his cock. She groaned in absolute pleasure as he pulled her down against his chest, ignoring her apology.

“You feel so fucking good. I could stay inside you all night.”

Before she could respond, he took possession of her mouth, gripping her backside with both hands and thrusting with great speed. All she could do was hang on and enjoy every sweet moment as another orgasm swept through her body. This time, Brayden came with her, the squeeze on her hips harsh as he looked at her in awe.

“Willow.”

Her name, so delicious on his lips.

They rode the wave for a few moments until she collapsed on top of him. Eventually, she could croak out a small, “Wow.”

It had been a long time, but not long enough that she didn’t recognize fantastic sex when she had it.

After cleaning up, he surprised her by pulling her into his arms and running his hands down over her buttocks, tucking a leg between his.

“Can I stay?” he asked.

She remembered he’d said he wasn’t going home until sunrise. Even if she wanted him to leave—which surprisingly enough, she didn’t—she knew he would stay. His dominant nature was powerful. She saw it in his eyes, felt it in his whole being, in the way he held her and touched her.

Brayden wasn’t leaving; he had no intention of doing so. It didn’t matter whether she wanted him to or not. He had decided he wanted her. But for how long, was the million-dollar question. Right now, though, she didn’t care. She felt deliciously content and safe in his arms, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Yes.”

Closing her eyes, she sent a prayer out to her angels for the strength to survive the moment he left. Because he would. People always left her.

“Sleep, gorgeous. I’ll wake you before I go.”