Page 69 of Mercy & Her Devils

“F-f-fuck,” I gasp.

Lark’s driving the pleasure through me. It’s earth shattering.

“You’re beautiful like this.” Lark impossibly speeds up his thrusts. “Wild, free, and mine.”

I’m caught in Lark’s arms, and it’s the only place that I want to be.

In this position, we’re looking into each other’s eyes, as our bodies are pressed together like we’re one.

He rests his forehead against mine.

Even our chests are touching, slick with sweat.

Lark’s right.

He doesn’t need a knot.

This feeling — connection — is what sex should be but never has been before.

My cheeks are wet, but I’m smiling.

So is Lark.

“I’m coming,” I gasp in shock.

It’s sudden and powerful.

An explosion that makes me white out.

And I do fly to heaven.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Guest Bedroom, Devil Estate

“Good morning, you.” I open my eyes and find myself staring into Lark’s cool, jade eyes.

I’m warm under the covers, surrounded by the mixed heather and eucalyptus scents of the Beta and Alpha.

Pale morning light streams through the window in the guest bedroom.

Lark is grasping my hand, and his leg is slung over mine.

It’s like he wants to be certain that we’re not parted in the night.

He’s protecting me, even as I sleep.

But then, I didn’t want to be parted from him either. I asked if he’d stay sheathed in me, while we slept.

I’ve never wanted to try cock warming before, but it was intimate on a whole new level to stay locked together like that almost as if he was an Alpha.

Except, we weren’t doing it because we were in heat.

Our bodies are fully our own.

Did Lark even sleep?

There are deep shadows underneath his eyes, and he’s pale.

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