Page 111 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bride

I squeeze around him and still my hips, keeping him pinned inside me. He lifts his head and searches my face.

“What? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. “Fuck no. But I want to turn around.”

Heat flares in his eyes, and he shifts back, pulling out of me with a groan. I move onto my knees and grab the headboard, shifting back and giving him the perfect position to enter me from behind.

Only he doesn’t…

His rough hands trail down my spine, sending a shiver through me, then Silas cups my ass, almost reverently. He squeezes it and presses a kiss to the middle of my back. “You’re fucking beautiful, Lyla.”

He’s told me before, but this time, it makes something swell in my chest and tears pool in my eyes.

The absolute sincerity in his words.

Knowing he’s likely never said it to anyone else in his entire life…

Silas shifts his lips to the base of my neck and kisses all the way down until he buries his face between my thighs and shoves his tongue into my pussy.

I jerk at the contact, but he probes again and again until my legs tremble, my head shakes from side to side, and my fingers dig into the headboard. “Silas, please.”

I need him back inside me.

I needhim.

He retreats from between my legs and presses the head of his cock inside me. I squeeze around it as he pushes in slowly, this angle making him seem even bigger, me even tighter—the stretch decadent and almost painful.

“Fuck.” I drop my forehead against the headboard as he bottoms out inside me and stills.

My legs tremble. He wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me upright, using his other hand to turn my head so he can kiss me—brutal and unforgiving. Like he’s trying to take something from me that I’m more than willing to give to him freely.

He consumes me with the kiss and the way he fills my body and soul. Then he releases me and nudges my shoulders forward until I grip the headboard again before he starts a hard, driving rhythm into me.

His fingers dig into my hips. His hair brushes my back each time he thrusts forward. Every stroke is deliberate.

Deep.

Ruthless.

I glance over my shoulder at him, and in the faint moonlight streaming in from the windows, I can watch him completely coming apart.

All the stress of the day, the threats and reality of everything that’s happened, has built up in the most unhealthy way. Toxic and deadly, it’s been festering inside him, and if he doesn’t unleash it, he’s going to destroy himself from the inside out.

“Harder.”

His gaze meets mine.

The fire burning there flames up as he moves his hips faster, slamming into me, fucking me like the crazed, wild mountain man everybody thinks he is.

It’s a primal coming together of two people who need each other, who need this, who want to pretend nothing else exists except this moment.

I tighten around him with each deep plunge, and his low growl of satisfaction from behind me makes my clit throb for attention. Though my grip on the headboard is what’s keeping me upright, I reach down with one hand and rub against it as he continues to plow into me relentlessly.

The low heat builds fast.

I’m so fucking close.

Just having him in my mouth, swallowing him down, knowing that I could do that to him and make him come so unhinged, was almost enough to make me come on its own. And now that he’s hitting that perfect spot deep inside me, I’m about to come undone completely.

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