Page 87 of Wilde and Deadly

Her threats dissolved into a wail as he lashed his tongue against her clit in rapid strokes. He pumped his fingers faster, grinding the heel of his palm against her mound. Her inner muscles fluttered around his fingers, and her back bowed off the bed as the orgasm crashed over her. He worked her through it, lapping at her hungrily, fingers stroking in time with the pulsing of her walls, prolonging her ecstasy until she collapsed back against the mattress, spent and trembling.

He gentled his touch, easing her down from the high with soft, open-mouthed kisses along her inner thighs.

When the last aftershocks had faded, he crawled up her body and claimed her lips in a searing kiss.

Rowan reached between them and slipped her hand under the band of his sleep pants, wrapping her fingers around his aching cock.

“Need you,” she murmured against his lips. “Now.”

Davey didn’t need to be told twice. He was shaking as he positioned himself at her entrance. With a flex of his hips, he pushed inside her welcoming heat, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust, groaning at the incredible way her body gripped him.

She was perfect, every inch of her. And she washis.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him to move. He obliged, setting a deep, steady rhythm that had them both gasping for breath.

They rocked together, lost in the slide of sweat-slicked skin and the pleasure building between them. Rowan wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle so he hit that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. Davey braced his forearms on either side of her head, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. He wasn’t going to last as long as he wanted to. Heat coalesced at the base of his spine.

“I’m too close, Hellcat,” he rasped, his face buried in the crook of her neck. “I’m not going to last.”

The sensation built until it was almost unbearable, a tightly coiled spring threatening to snap at any moment. Rowan clenched around him, her nails raking down his back as she let out a keening cry. The sharp sting only heightened his pleasure, pushing him closer to the edge.

“Then come for me,” she panted and nipped at his earlobe. She locked her ankles at the small of his back, pulling him impossibly deeper. “I want you so deep inside me I don’t know where you end and I start.”

Her words were his undoing. With a hoarse cry, he buried his face against her neck and let go. The release roared through him like a wildfire, consuming his every thought, frying all of his nerve endings, his entire body shuddering as he spilled himself deep inside her. Rowan held him tight, her body milking every last drop as she tumbled over the edge with him, gasping his name like a prayer.

They clung to each other as the aftershocks rolled through them, trading soft, lazy kisses as their racing hearts gradually slowed.

Finally, he lifted his head and looked down at her. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess against the pillow, her lips swollen from his kisses. But it was her eyes that captivated him—those fascinating tiger eyes filled with satisfaction and so much love it made his throat tighten.

“My hellcat.” He brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her softly. “I love you.”

Rowan smiled up at him, her expression soft and open in a way he rarely saw outside of these stolen moments. She traced her fingertips along his jaw, her touch feather-light. “I love you, too, so whatever happens today, you better stay safe. I can’t lose you.”

Davey’s heart clenched at the undercurrent of worry in her voice. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to her palm, his heart so full it felt like it might burst. He’d never imagined he could have this—a love like his parents have, so deep and true it defied all logic. She was his match in every way, and he knew with bone-deep certainty that he would spend the rest of his life by her side, come what may. “You’re not going to lose me. I’m not going anywhere, Rowan. I promise you that.”

She let out a shaky breath and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. “You better keep that promise, Wilde. Or I swear, I’ll track you down in the afterlife and kick your ass back to the land of the living.”

Of course she would. His deadly, vicious hellcat would fight the devil himself to keep the people she loved safe. He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “Noted.”

They stayed like that for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, just breathing each other in. Finally, with a sigh of regret, Davey eased out of her and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she was draped across his chest.

Rowan pillowed her head on his shoulder, absently tracing patterns on his sweat-dampened skin. “I could get used to waking up like this every morning.”

He tightened his arm around her, his heart clenching at the wistful note in her voice. He wanted that too, more than anything. Waking up with her in his arms, making love to her first thing, starting every day just like this. But with the threats hanging over their heads...

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I know we’ve got a hell of a fight ahead of us. But I want you to know that when this is all over, when we’ve dealt with the threats and put all this behind us, I’m going to ask you to marry me.”

A soft gasp escaped her lips. For a long moment, she was utterly still, staring at him with an unreadable expression in her eyes.

He’d surprised her. Hell, he’d surprised himself. He hadn’t meant to blurt that out, but now that he had, he realized how desperately he wanted it.

She pushed herself up on one elbow and searched his face, her eyes wide with a mixture of wonder and vulnerability that made Davey’s heart ache. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” He cupped her cheeks in his hands, stroking his thumbs along her cheekbones. “I love you, Rowan Bristow. I love your strength, your fire, your fierce loyalty. I love the way you challenge me, the way you see through all my bullshit and call me on it. I love your courage, your intelligence, your wicked sense of humor. I love every beautiful, maddening, incredible inch of you. I want to wake up with you in my arms every day. I want to make love to you as the sun rises and fall asleep with you curled against my side every night. I want to build a life with you. You’re it for me, Hellcat. You’re my forever.”

Rowan’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, the sound of the front door slamming open startled them both.

A sharp knock at the door cut her off mid-sentence. Davey’s head snapped toward the sound, his body instantly tensing. Rowan was already moving, rolling off him and reaching for the gun on the nightstand.

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