Page 100 of Queen of Misfortune (Shadows of Redemption)

“I want to be inside your sweet pussy bare, Lucy. My dick aches with it.”

I spread my legs wider. “Well, then.”

He kisses me, full and thorough, making my head spin. When he lifts his head, his gaze holds mine as the head of his dick presses inside me. He takes his time, and it’s excruciating and sweet at the same time.

“Tell me you love me again,” he says.

“I love you.”

He rewards me by sliding all the way in. “I so fucking love you.” He surprises me by levering back on his knees and hauling me up to straddle his thighs. He settles me over him, and I sink, taking him deeper.

His hands slide up my back and then down to my backside, squeezing and kneading as his head dips and he suckles on a nipple.

“Oh!” My hands hold him tight as pleasure floods to every cell of my body. I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation. My hips rock over him, and he groans, the sound reverberating through my body.

“Mine.” His lips slide up my neck until he finds my mouth. His tongue dances with mine in the same rhythm of our bodies as we move together. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” That doesn’t mean I’m not nervous about what he has in mind. I’m still new to sex.

He stops moving, lifting me like I weigh nothing and turning me so that my back is to him. He settles me over his thighs andenters me again. A long sigh of relief escapes me as he fills me again.

His hands move from my hips to my breasts, where he teases my nipples. His mouth suckles my neck. “You okay, baby?”

“Yes. More…”

One of his hands slides down my stomach and between my legs. He flicks a finger over my nub… clit. He likes it when I use his words. He does it again and again as his dick slides in and out of me. My entire body is on fire.

“Donovan… Oh, God…” My world spins away in the sweetest pleasure.

He grunts and buries his face against my neck. “All fours, baby.” He moves me forward until I’m on my hands and knees. He grips my hips and drives in. I gasp.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.” I’ve already come, but I feel the tingles that suggest there could be more. He thrusts in, withdraws, repeats, faster, faster until we’re both panting.

“Fuck…” He pulls out, and I think maybe he’s changed his mind about the condom.

He flips me over on my back and lies over me, lifting my leg as he slides in again. “Look at me, Lucy. Look at me while I plant my seed in you. Be sure, because I will claim you. You won’t be able to leave me.”

It's funny how those words a little while ago would incense me. Now I want them.

“I’m sure. Claim me, Donovan.”

A wild fire flashes in his eyes. He takes my wrists and holds them over my head as he plunges in, grinding against me. Our gazes hold, and I’m lost in his dark eyes, filled with passion and love. Again, he moves, picking up speed until he’s rocking in and out of me at a wild pace.

“Fuck… I’m coming…” He throws back his head as he drives in and groans. Liquid warmth floods my womb. With it, emotion overwhelms me at the idea of making a child. The image of him emptying inside me, impregnating me, turns erotic, and soon, I’m coming again.

“Yes… come on me, Lucy… so fucking good.”

We move until depleted of strength. He collapses on me, his weight on his forearms as he kisses me.

“Mine,” he whispers in my ear.

“Have you ever considered that maybe you’re mine?”

His smile is radiant. “It’s true. You claimed my heart from the very start.”

That can’t be true, but I don’t argue.

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