Page 49 of Rage's Heart

“Always,” she sighed, spreading her legs wider.

I positioned myself at her entrance, watching her face as I slowly pushed inside.

The feeling of her tight heat enveloping me never got old. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ of pleasure as I filled her completely.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

Her blue eyes shot open, locking with mine as I moved.

“Yes,” she breathed, her hips rising to meet mine with every thrust. “Don’t stop.”

I had no intention of stopping. Not when she felt so perfect around me. I shifted, changing the angle, and was rewarded with a sharp cry of pleasure.

“There,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Right there.”

I kept the pace steady, hitting that spot with each thrust, watching as her pleasure built. Her face was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, cheeks flushed, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted as she panted my name.

I could feel my release building, a tightening at the base of my spine. But I was determined to make her come first. My hand slipped between us, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Rage,” she cried out, her back arching off the bed. “I’m going to?—”

“Come for me, baby,“ I urged, increasing my pace, driving into her harder.

Her body tensed, then shuddered, her pussy clenching around me as she cried out my name.

Goddamn, she was too beautiful. I didn’t deserve her, but I was never giving her up. Not fucking ever.

I thrust my hips harder and faster, slamming into her over and over, chasing my release until finally I felt it barreling at me.

“You’re mine,” I growled, burying myself balls deep inside her as my seed filled her up.

For several moments, we lay tangled together, breathing hard, hearts racing in tandem. I brushed a damp strand of hair from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I love you,” I murmured, the words still new but feeling more right each time I said them.

Her smile was radiant despite her exhaustion. “I love you too.”

I rolled to the side, pulling her with me, unwilling to break the connection between us just yet.

Mac curled against my chest.

“Sleep, baby,” I whispered, pulling the sheet over us.

As she drifted off in my arms, I stared at the ceiling, replaying the shit show that went down earlier and could feel rage building inside me.

We’d been lucky that the only injury was a through and through to Dread’s shoulder.

My eyes dropped to the woman beside me. What if she’d been hit or worse.

The Talons had gone too fucking far.

Chapter Fourteen

Mac

“Diesel! Off the counter, you little shit!” I snapped, balancing grocery bags on my hip while nudging the front door closed with my foot.

He froze mid-sniff, his paws still firmly planted on Rage’s kitchen counter where I’d left the remains of this morning’s bacon. His ears folded back guiltily, but he made no immediate move to obey.

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