Page 53 of Unmasked Legacy

“Good. Because I’m goin’ to need to fuck you, and I’m goin’ to need to do it hard.”

Oh.

My.

Sinking down onto his cock, I gasp at how much better it feels without a condom. One arm slides around me while the other takes my hip, and there, he guides me. A low, guttural moan leaves my lips when he begins rocking me, and I know this won’t last long for me. I’m wound up so damn tight. Hooking my arm around his neck, I press my forehead to his as he uses my body to fuck his own.

It's erotic, something I’ve never experienced before.

The way he grinds up into me, or the way he rolls my hips, knowing how to work my own body better than I do.

It’s exhilarating, and I quickly catch on, taking the movement myself and fucking him with an intensity I didn’t know I had.

“Fuck,” he growls, catching my mouth with his and kissing me so deep that my moans travel right through him.

I can’t hold on.

I don’t even want to.

My release is intense. Throwing my head back, I gasp his name as my entire body trembles, a deep pleasure shooting out from my core, taking over my entire body. It’s a feeling that I will forever remember, because it’s so god damn good. I can’t stop the tremors that run through me, and I’m glad Wolfe is holding onto me, because I fear I would fall if he wasn’t.

Using my body, he slams up into me harder, faster, fucking me with a force that takes the wind right out of me.

Then, he brings me down one more time and holds me there, and I feel every blissful jerk of his cock as he finds his release inside me. His arms are tight, his body is slicked with sweat, and his growls in my ear make my skin prickle with delight. It’s such an intense moment, I don’t want it to end. I want to sit here and do it all over again.

“I want more,” I breathe against his lips.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck me again.”

“Baby, you gotta give me a minute.”

Baby.

Why does that feel so damn good?

Am I so starved of love and affection that a simple word can bring a warmth I crave?

What have I become?

12

“Where’s Wolfe?”

Waking up the next morning after a long overdue sleep, I go on a hunt to find Wolfe. Talon is the first person I see, so I figure I’ll ask him, even though he scares me. It’s safe to say that Wolfe spent a good solid four hours last night inside me, fucking me with not only his dick, but his mouth and his fingers. The man is insatiable, and by the end of it, I couldn’t possibly orgasm a single second longer.

I had to beg him to stop, even though inside, I wanted him to go all night long.

He fucked me one more time for good measure, my back against the door, his cock moving in and out of me as my fingers clawed at the paint behind me. Then, he pressed a long, deep kiss to my lips before slipping out and leaving me completely satiated, obsessed, and fucking confused.

“He’s with Esme,” Talon murmurs, throwing a leg over his bike.

That hits like a fist to the face.

So much so, I actually reel back, sure I’ve heard him wrong.

“What?”

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