Page 80 of Cowboy Devil's Embrace

“You are to me. And you have ruined me forever for anyone else. I was born to love you, Penelope. I will die loving you. I’m sorry. Not for claiming you, because that was happening no matter what. But I am sorry for not explaining it. For fucking it up. I am sorry if I did it all wrong,” I said, and that much was true.

“I’m not saying I forgive you. But maybe I am saying make it up to me,” she said, meeting my eyes.

Challenge accepted.

I crawled over her, breathing in her spicy cinnamon scent. My dick ached. My heart hammered.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, and her sly smile was so damn sexy.

It hit me straight in the chest. My Devil rumbled, and more than that, my magic pulsed through me.

Hot little thing.

Penelope lay beneath me, her hair like a silky sail billowing across the sheets, and I dipped my head to taste her lips.

Sexy woman. Sugar sweet kisses all for me.

I needed this. Needed her. Possession roiled through me like a living, breathing thing. Penelope meant so much more to me than I could have ever imagined.

This woman was beyond all my expectations. She might not understand yet. Might not know the depth of my affection. But I knew her. I saw right through to the very heart of her.

She was good. Nurturing. Caring. She’d stuck by that maggot just because she promised, and he never gave her anything in return.

But I would.

He tore her down. Tried to make her smaller so he could make himself feel like a big man. But not me.

I was going to lift her up. To show her how much I cared with my body. My woman was destined to shine. She deserved it.

The way she ran her bakery, pouring her heart into her recipes for her customers and bringing joy to the people around her. That was a gift.

She was a gift. For me. Only me.

Mine.

Her flavors exploded across my tongue, and I delved my tongue deeper inside her mouth. Licking into her, I groaned at the pleasure she gave me.

I needed all of it. All of her. I had to touch every inch of her as I staked my claim on this most special of nights.

“This time I’m gonna make you come so hard you won’t know where you end and I begin. And I’m gonna tell you everything you want to know, Sugarplum,” I murmured, using my body to widen her legs.

Her hot slit kissed the tip on my dick, and I groaned at how wet she was, how ready for me. But I didn’t press inside her. Not yet.

She had questions. And I was going to give her the answers she needed.

“Ask,” I growled, holding still.

“A-are we evil?” she whispered breathlessly, trying to flex her hips, but I was holding her too tightly to allow the movement.

“Were you evil before I bit you?” I countered.

“No,” she answered, and I growled my approval, flashing my descended fangs before I bucked into her in one hard thrust.

“Oh!” I don’t know who was louder, Penelope or me, but we were both struggling to hold on.

My dick was so ready to explode, but I’d never come without my mate. Pleasing her was everything.

“Ask,” I growled, my voice even deeper now that I was buried inside her hot little cunt.

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