Page 55 of Wilde and Deadly

“Only for you.” He nipped at her collarbone.

His words sent a shiver of pleasure through her, but also a pang of fear. This was exactly what she’d been afraid of—getting in too deep, becoming too dependent on him. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to push him away.

His hand slid between her thighs, fingers finding her still-slick folds. She arched into his touch, her body oversensitive but craving more. He teased just enough to have her panting, but then pulled back. “Have you been with any other men since we got together?”

Rowan’s breath caught in her throat. She knew the answer, but admitting it felt like surrendering the last shred of her defenses. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to lie to him.

“No,” she whispered, averting her gaze. “There’s been no one else.”

Relief and triumph flashed in his eyes before he claimed her mouth in another searing kiss. His fingers resumed their teasing strokes between her thighs as he ground his hardening length against her hip.

“Good,” he growled against her lips. “Because you’re mine, Hellcat. All mine.”

A shiver ran through her at his possessive tone. Part of her wanted to bristle at being claimed, to assert her independence. But a larger part thrilled at belonging to him, at having him belong to her in return.

“And you’re mine,” Rowan breathed, surprising herself with the fierce possessiveness in her voice. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as she nipped at his lower lip. “All mine.”

“Damn right I am.” He shifted, positioning himself between her thighs, the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance.

Her breath caught in anticipation, her body already aching for him again.

But then he paused, his gaze softening as he looked down at her. “I love you, Rowan,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “I’ve never said that to another woman. So, this?” He sank into her, making them both groan, but then withdrew until they were barely connected. “Us?” Again, he thrust and withdrew. “It’s as fucking real as it gets.”

She swallowed hard, fighting against the surge of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. “Is it? Because I don’t know how to do this, Davey. I don’t know how to be... normal.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm as he continued that torturously slow pace. “Normal? Hellcat, we’re anything but normal. And that’s okay. We don’t have to fit anyone else’s definition of a couple. We just have to figure out what works for us.”

She wanted to believe him, to trust that they could make this work. But fear lingered, a dark shadow at the edges of her mind.

“And what if we can’t figure it out?” she whispered, hating how vulnerable she sounded. “What if we’re too broken, too fucked up?”

Davey’s eyes blazed with intensity as he gazed down at her. “Then we’ll be fucked up together. I’m not letting you go, Rowan. Not now, not ever.”

He punctuated his words with a deep, slow thrust that made her gasp. Her body arched into his, craving more.

“Davey,” she breathed, her voice catching. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer. “Please.”

He understood without her having to elaborate. With a low groan, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely. She gasped, arching beneath him as pleasure ricocheted through her oversensitive body.

Their movements were slower this time, more deliberate. Each thrust felt like a promise, each caress an unspoken vow. Davey’s eyes never left hers, and the intensity of his gaze made her feel simultaneously exposed and cherished.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he rocked into her, her body trembling with each deep thrust. The slow, deliberate pace was exquisite torture, building her pleasure gradually but inexorably. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock as it slid in and out of her slick heat.

“Davey,” she gasped, his name a plea and a prayer on her lips. “I love you. God, I love you so much.”

The words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered, stripped of her usual defenses. In this moment, with him buried deep inside her, she couldn’t hold them back any longer. Didn’t want to.

Davey’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering briefly before resuming their steady pace. “I know, Hellcat.” His voice was rough with emotion. “I love you too. More than anything.”

He sealed his declaration with a deep, passionate kiss that stole her breath and made her toes curl. His tongue swept into her mouth, tangling with hers in a sensual dance that mirrored the rhythm of their joined bodies.

Rowan clung to him, losing herself in the heat and strength of him, in the overwhelming rightness of being in his arms.

The world narrowed until there was only this— the slick slide of their bodies, the mingled sound of their gasps and moans, the overwhelming sensation of being so wholly possessed by him. Nothing else mattered in this moment - not the dangers that awaited them outside this room, not the uncertainties of their future together. There was only Davey, the man she loved with every fiber of her being, the man she would fight for, kill for, die for if necessary.

“That’s it, Hellcat,” Davey growled, his pace increasing until the mattress creaked under them. “Take what you need. I’ve got you.”

And she did, letting herself get lost in the rhythm of their lovemaking, in the electrifying pleasure building with each drive of his hips. Higher and higher, until she was teetering on the edge, her body wound tight and desperate for release.

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