Page 14 of The Devil's Ice

Zoe tipped her head back and met his blazing gaze, amazed thatthisman – this huge, strong, tender, amazing man – was her husband. He was hers, and she was his, andnothinghad ever felt more right to her. She’d known that very first night that they’d met at Satan’s that he was a good man, a man who she was safe with – and now she and her daughter were going to be cherished and protected by him forever.

“I love you,” she whispered, almost overwhelmed by a wave of emotion. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Zoe Innis.” He grinned at her. “Istillcan’t believe that you took my name, baby.”

“I take it with pride,” she said quietly. “And so will Keira – she’ll be Parish-Innis, of course, to honor Hailey.”

“As it should be.” He ran his rough fingers through her wild curls, loving how they tumbled down her back. “Now… I want to take you as my wife for the first time.”

Zoe barely had time to really grasp his words before he sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her onto him. He spread her legs, rested her across his massive thighs, her feet on the floor. Her hot centre pushed down on his hardness and they both groaned.

“You want me, Zoe?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes.” She gasped as he guided his cock to her wet entrance and dipped into her before pulling out again. “God, yes.”

“I want you to come on my cock, baby.” He pushed into her again, a bit farther this time, before withdrawing. “I want you to come hard.”

She gripped his hips, trying to pull him inside her, but he held back.

“Promise me you’ll come hard for me, Zoe.” He placed the throbbing tip inside her, then stopped. “Say it.”

“Scars.” Her voice was hot and breathless. “I’m going to come for you. Hard.”

“Let’s see it, baby.”

He pulled back and then in one thrust, he filled her. He pushed deeper, then deeper still. She gave a cry and wrapped her whole body around him; she was clinging to him, tight and wet and begging. Scars gripped her ass and threw his head back, his eyes closed tight at the feeling of being sheathed fully in that clutching, pulsing heat. He shook with the effort not to come right away, but it was damn difficult.

Zoe felt his hard length nudging deep inside her. She was completely filled by him, her aching pussy stretched and pulled over every inch of his cock. She buried her face in his chest, held onto his shoulders. His hands on her ass and lower back were demanding now, and she began to roll her hips, alternating slow circles and deep plunges, working his body with her own, relishing having this man quivering under her. His breath was hot, hoarse, and his thrusts were rough and urgent. She moved on him again and again, loving how it felt to have this strong man completely under her power, at her mercy. She watched his face as his rapture grew, amazed at how much it turned her on to pleasure him. Zoe felt his arm and back muscles tense and release with his crazed desire to come and his wordless need ignited her own.

Scars slid his hands under her ass, lifted her against him, angling his hips to reach as far into her as possible. She threw her head back and he ran his tongue down the length of her throat. She gripped his broad shoulders and moaned, long and loud.

“Scars,” she whispered.

His eyes opened and met hers. He stared at her gorgeous face, her cheeks flushed, her mouth swollen and luscious. She held his eyes as her orgasm started to build, and she met Scars thrust for thrust, reaching for that release that was so close… just a bit more.

A bit more. A bit harder. Oh, God,harder…

As if her thoughts had set him off, he gave a long moan and thrust so hard, the force of it pushed her up and off his thighs – her feet left the floor. He lengthened inside her, pushed her sweet spot and her orgasm tore through her. His name fell from her lips over and over again as she came, her pussy tightening and relaxing on him.

The clenching on his cock sent his whole body into overdrive, and he heard himself call her name as he released inside her, tensing and flexing, pushing into her tight channel. His whole body strained, shuddered, then collapsed. They clutched each other, crying out and shaking, their hot bodies still straining and reaching, wanting the feelings to go on and on. They collapsed on one another, panting, heartbeats thundering.

Zoe kissed him, exhausted and sated. He ran his tongue over her mouth, probing, and she opened to him. They kissed again, deeply, slowly. Tasting each other; teasing each other.

Holding her as close as possible, Scars tried to slow down his breathing, his whole body still tense from his orgasm. When he was able to speak again, Scars pulled back and ran his hands through her tangled hair. “You OK there, Mrs. Innis?”

“Yep.” She kissed him softly, ran her tongue along his lower lip. “Better than OK, actually. I’m really good.”

“You sure are, baby.” Scars kissed her again, deeper and harder, and she moaned. He chuckled. “When you make that sound, I just want to make love to you all over again.”

“That sounds good to me,” she murmured. “After all, thisisour honeymoon.”

“True.” He leaned back a bit to see his wife’s beautiful face, marvelling yet again thatthiswoman wanted to spend the rest of her life withhim. “Whatdopeople do on their honeymoons besides stay in the bedroom and have wild sex, anyway?”

“Ummmm.” Zoe blinked at him, all wide-eyed and innocent. “Have wild sex in the shower? In front of the fire? Uh – in the kitchen?”

With one strong movement, Scars picked her up again, still inside her, lengthening and hardening already. She squealed and clutched at his shoulders as he spun and headed out of the bedroom.

“So, where to first, baby?” he said. “Bathroom, living room, or kitchen?”

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