Page 35 of Never Wed an Outlaw

Whatever he was, he seized my body like mad. I arched my back, threw my full weight into him, and rode his cock, taking his thrusts without holding back, even when they shook me down to the bone.

Dusty reared up, fucking me faster, harder, grinding his pubic bone into my clit. He lifted my ass with his free hand, tangling my hair in one fist with the other, throwing his full weight into it.

He railed my whole body, and I loved it.

Loved it so fucking much I couldn't hold back. Dom and his demons died with the ones inside me when the spine-tingling pleasure surged, overloading me, bringing every sense I had to ruin, save one.

Coming? No, this was more.

This was a full body, brain shattering supernova, a climax so intense it sent shades of red searing through me. I never understood how he held on, fucking me straight through it, slamming his cock in faster and harder while my pussy convulsed around every inch of him.

Dusty did, though. He brought me home. Carried me deep into myself and back to him again, down the places where life and death intertwined, and only our bodies could speak in a language that made any sense.

Our flesh must've written an entire volume in the next hour. My first climax blurred into the next, when he flipped me over, spread my legs, and mounted me from behind.

His muscles bulged, his breathing grew more ragged with every stroke. He wanted to give it up, but he wouldn't yet, not until he'd owned every inch of me several times over.

And every part of me cried out for more, a complete slave to his body for the night, hopefully the first of many.

“You're so fuckin' beautiful when you let go, darlin,” he growled softly, reaching around my thigh for my clit. “I don't want to miss you going off again when I give you my come.”

“Do it!” The words came out in a savage, breathless plea that almost seemed like they were spoken by someone else. “Please, Dusty. Please.”

“Fuck, Hannah.” His thrusts quickened, slamming his full weight against my ass as he went deep, his balls swinging up to slap my skin softly each time he did. “What the fuck you doing to me, woman? You're driving me outta my goddamned mind.. Like nobody ever has.”

He'd let the frenzy overwhelm him. I shouldn't have let myself read anything into those mad, sweet words spoken in the blinding place before he exploded.

But I did. Damn it, I let myself believe him, let my heartswing happily in my chest behind my breasts, rocking like mad. His fist in my hair jerked me up, and his hand came down on my ass, a single fiery clap sending me over the edge again.

My pussy came on his cock so hard I screamed, the best way I'd ever lost my voice. This time, it was enough to bring him with it.

Grunting, growling, thrusting like an engine designed to fuck me into oblivion, Dusty added his pleasure to mine. He came, his cock swelling deep inside me, slamming to a halt just short of my womb as his pleasure ripped through him.

“Fuckin' shit, babe, I'm –“

“Coming!” I finished for him.

Just a split second before we finished together, losing ourselves speechless in the hot, bright parade sweeping over us. Flesh, blood, and lightning gave us better words than any we could say for the next several minutes.

We let our bodies speak the secrets our hearts still weren't ready to give up.

“You're goingon the pill or whatever works best, darlin'. Next time we fuck, I want everything going in you, soaking the sheets when we're done. Only way it should be.” Dust laid next to me, his big arms wrapped around me, resting my head on his wide chest.

“So there's going to be a next time?” I mused, slowly running my fingers down his body. Just like admiring astatue, some fine piece of art that had somehow tumbled into my bed and come to life.

Dusty's face tensed, as if he knew he'd said too much. “You're breaking all the damned rules. You know that, babe?”

“I expect it,” I said, smiling at the stern, sexy confusion clouding his face. “Don't worry. The club doesn't have to know about any of this. Nothing beyond what Huck already thinks he knows, I mean.”

“Shit, what's the point in hiding? I came down tonight because they had a good idea what's been going on between us. Only thing is, we finally made it real.”

“We did,” I said, running my hand up his strong neck, tracing his jawline, fingertips grazing his stubble. I couldn't get enough of it scratching my skin when he worked his way up, down, or sideways. “You worry too much, Dusty. My brother isn't the type to hold grudges. He'll get used to the idea, and then he'll get over it, sooner or later.”

“Gotta be sooner for the club's sake. All hell's about to break loose when we hit the Deads, or if Joker decides he ain't playing by the rules no more.”

“You can't control any of that.” Easy for me to say when I had my own very big, angry dragon breathing down my neck, who'd murder me without a second thought because I had absolutely no control over it.

Jesus. I knew sex could change a lot, but I didn't know it could do the unthinkable – make me stop worrying.

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