Page 93 of Scarred Souls

“You don’t need to. Not when your pussy is dripping and clenching my cock like a Chinese finger trap.”

“Stop talking.” My face caught fire.

“Last I checked, only one of us is giving orders around here.” Fingertips dug into the flesh at my hips. “I said tilt that ass up, and I won’t repeat myself again.”

I did as he asked and was rewarded with Vaughn pulling back and slamming inside me. And he was right. He had been going easy on me, because the new pace he took up made my eyes cross and toes curl with delirious bliss. And the sensation achieved by canting my booty? Unbelievable.

The sight of him through the mirror was almost enough to take me over the edge. Vaughn’s broad tattooed chest behind me, every brawny muscle flexing as he unleashed the sexual tension that had been building between us for days. His strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me onto his cock while he pistoned his hips.

Then he thrust himself inside me as far as he could go and stayed there, grinding his pelvis in circular motions.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he hissed. “I want you to come with my cock buried inside you. I’ve been consumed by the thought of it for days.”

“You have?”

“What did you think I was fantasizing about when you walked in on me in the shower? I wanted you even then. Hell, I wanted to fuck you raw the moment you threw sass at me at the restaurant.” He palmed my breast, then his hand dipped between my thighs to tease my clit.

“Oh, God.” I moaned because I was as sensitive as a trip wire. “I’m going to come again.”

“That’s my girl. Give me one more. I know you can.”

The release tore through me like a supernova. Vaughn fucked me through it as wave after blissful wave corrupted my body. I might as well throw my toys out. They’d never be a replacement for this.

“Fuck, yes,” Vaughn growled, deep and primal.

His pelvis slapped against my ass. His fingers clung to me in a way I hoped would leave bruises. Then with a vicious roar, he drove home one final time, leaving us both gasping for air.

Our eyes met in the mirror, and the disbelief in Vaughn’s gaze must be echoed in mine. Something else passed between us. Some unspoken emotion that felt even more powerful and unstoppable than our galloping hearts.

No words were needed, because I knew what it said.

This changes everything.

33

VAUGHN

Ipressed a kiss between Hope’s shoulder blades as I recovered my breath. “What have you done to me?”

She sucked down lungfuls of air and leaned her forehead on the counter. “Pretty sure that was all you.”

Except I wasn’t talking about how phenomenal the sex had been. Hope had no idea how significant this was for me. Since my capture, I didn’t seek attention from women, but often enough it found me, usually in a seedy bar right before closing. You didn’t venture into a dirty bathroom stall with a man like me and expect to be treated like a princess.

I never kissed those women. I never made the slightest effort to satisfy them, because I didn’t give a shit about their pleasure. And if they knew what was good for them, they’d never flick their hair or bat their lashes in my direction ever again.

But all that had changed with Hope. I didn’t care if my nuts turned blue while I gave her ten orgasms. This overwhelming craving to be near her, to touch her, and to make sure she was safe was freaking me the fuck out. These feelings were…terrifying, and I didn’t know what to do about it.

Unfortunately for Hope, boyfriend material I was not. It didn’t matter. She was mine, and I was keeping her, and that was all there was to it.

“You came inside me,” she said, drawing me from my thoughts.

I ran my hands over the smooth skin of her back. My cock was still blissfully warm buried balls deep. “You’re on the pill. You take it every morning.”

“How did you”—she narrowed her eyes—“You’ve been going through my makeup bag.”

“It’s my job to know everything about you. What if you had a medical condition and didn’t tell me? And don’t worry. I’m clean. I’d never put you at risk like that.”

It was more than a little late for this conversation, but in the many times I’d fantasized about fucking Hope, I’d already considered using protection and found no reason why we should.

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