Page 31 of Semi-Reckless

She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to his cock, which looked like it was about to shred its way through his gray sweatpants. “So, so fucking sure,” she whispered.

So, with consent clearly established—again—he scooped her up in a bridal carry and raced to the bedroom, taking two stairs at a time.

This was going to change everything, she realized. Their relationship would never be the same after this.

And God help them both, she couldn’t wait.

There was probably more they should be talking about. Roan knew that.

But the ability to talk escaped him with his first taste of Haven.

Truth be told, it had probably happened long before that. He’d most likely been too far gone with their first kiss on that dance floor.

Talking would have to wait. Because right now, his thoughts were fairly one-track, and that track led to claiming his wife.

Fire roared through his veins as he dumped Haven on the bed and gazed down at her. She was so fucking perfect.

Making her come, learning her body, figuring out what made her scream for him, had made him feel like a god among men. There was no going back after something like that. He needed more.

He needed everything.

She stared up at him with those wide green eyes of hers while he shoved his pants down and stepped out of them. If there was any sight in the world more beautiful than Haven, flushed and happy and eager, gazing up at him, waiting for him to join her in bed, he’d certainly never seen it.

Running one hand idly over his cock, he shook his head. What the hell had he ever done in his life to deserve this? To deserve her?

His breath escaped in a pained hiss when she sat up, slithered down to the foot of the bed, shoved his hand out of the way, and wrapped her tiny fist around his cock. “I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to tell me if I screw it up.”

“Not fucking possible,” he choked out as she wrapped her lush lips around him.

Her concerns about her inexperience turned out to be completely unfounded. Sliding his hands into her hair, he stared down at her, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked him into the back of her throat.

That’s when it occurred to him that he might not survive this. The way his heart was hammering couldn’t possibly be healthy. And he couldn’t care less.

What a glorious way to go.

“You’re killing me,” he ground out.

The pleased hum she let out sent a shiver down his spine and made his balls tighten so much it was damn near painful.

She had to stop, though. The first time he came, he needed to be inside her. He would not come in her mouth.

Not yet, anyway.

So, with more control than he’d ever exhibited in his entire life, he gave her hair a gentle tug, forcing her to let go. Her eyes tipped up to his.

“Birth control?” he asked.

“I’m a year into that three-year shot,” she said.

That was good. Especially since demons couldn’t transmit disease. She was protected. Which left only one question…

“Haven…are you a virgin?”

Seeing her blush so hard after she’d just had his cock in her mouth would’ve made him smile if he wasn’t so painfully turned on. After the longest pause in the world, she quietly said, “Kind of.”

He frowned. “What does that mean?”

“I mean…I’ve watched a lot of movies. And…I have a lot of…toys.”

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