Page 44 of Sutton's Shadow

The little beauty mark called to him. He placed his lips over it, feeling her smile crease the skin surrounding it.

“Hey, beautiful. How do you feel?” he asked, hoping she wouldn’t come to regret what happened between them.

Her eyes drifted closed again as he waited for her response. His heart pinched, worried she was going to tell him of her regrets. But instead of shutting herself down, she stretched languorously beneath him with a hum.

A surge of fresh blood shot to his cock with predictable results as her lithe body shifted against him. He chuckled when a moan rumbled through her as he hardened inside her. “That good, huh?”

“Areyouevenhuman?”she gasped, her eyes widening in surprise when he shifted his hips with an experimental thrust as his hard-on grew. It amazed Sutton that he was ready to go again so soon.

Amazed and thrilled her.

“Absolutely,” he affirmed, kissing her on the tip of her nose before rolling over. He removed the condom, wrapping it in a tissue he’d grabbed from her nightstand.

He drew her on top of him, her legs open wide as she straddled his hips. Taking the new condom packet out of his hand, she ripped it open with her teeth, then rolled it down his erection.

With a moan, she lifted up, then lowered herself, his cock sliding easily into her wet core. She rocked against him, taking him deeper than anyone had ever been.

His hiss and the way his fingers tightened on her hips filled her with delight and a tiny bit of pride. He was breathing hard, his face flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded, the pupils dilated. He looked like she felt, gripped in the throes of desire, totally wrecked by pleasure. She did that to him, and she was fast becoming addicted to all the feelings he inspired.

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she sped up and used more of her weight to stimulate them. His chin kicked up; the cords of his throat convulsed as he swallowed hard. He felt amazing inside her. So thick, so hard, and so deep she didn’t know where he ended and she began.

Hearing his groans and watching him so obviously enjoy the carnality of their erotic dance was a heady experience and emboldened her further. She ran both hands up her abdomen until they covered her breasts. Wyatt’s gaze followed their movements. Those eyes held her in thrall as she pinched her nipples, and it amazed her how the shade that was already darker than midnight could blacken further.

“Fuck, Sutton,” he hissed, raising his hands to cover hers. She smiled and started to move her body up and down. He met her downward plunge with a thrust of his hips, his fingers tightening between hers. Inspired, she slid the hand down her body, his traveling with hers until she reached the apex of her thighs. There, she pressed on her clit, Wyatt’s fingers adding extra pressure. Together, they flicked and rubbed the little nub as jolts of fire shot through her body.

Her hips moved faster, the flames building. Her hands slipped out from under his to grip his thighs behind her as she arched her back, scarcely cognizant of the scars under her fingers on his leg. The new position sent him surging deeper than she ever thought possible, obliterating all conscious thought of scars.

With a few more wild slams onto him, everything that had built inside her burst.

She let out a garbled cry, a hot, wicked rush searing through her, setting her body alight. Everything around her lit up, a brightness that chased all her shadows away.

Lost in the light, she faintly heard Wyatt shout her name with a stark groan as he emptied himself inside her. She collapsed on his chest, harsh breaths tearing from her lungs. As she lay there, her heart rate slowed, and other sensations came into focus. He’d wrapped his arms around her, his fingers gliding featherlight up and down her back. His lips rested on her beauty mark, and she could feel the puffs of breath against her bangs.

For the first time in years, she felt light. Like a weight had been eradicated. She wanted to stay in this spot, in the light, even as she sensed her shadows hanging in the periphery, waiting to consume her again. If she could bask in the radiance that she’d found in Wyatt’s arms for a little longer, she would.

But all too soon, reality intruded with a growl. Someone was hungry. Sutton laughed, raising her head to see his face. He looked abashed that the loud grumble had come from his stomach.

“I guess even superhumans get hungry,” she teased.

“We worked up an appetite.”

“Indeed.” She went to roll off him, but he stopped her, his hands bracketing her face. He gazed into her eyes as if checking if she was okay. She smiled at his concern, allowing it to reach her eyes. His features relaxed before he kissed her.

The next thing she knew, she was on her back, and he was hovering over her as he devoured her mouth. Unfortunately, the feast he was having with her lips wasn’t enough to fill his empty stomach, which protested loudly.

He broke the kiss and glared at his belly, appearing displeased at the demands emanating from his stomach. Sutton burst into laughter, a snort escaping unbidden. She covered her mouth with her hand but could not stop giggling. Wyatt joined her in her laughter, a deep, low sound that vibrated against her.

She’d laughed plenty with Liam, as he acted like a loveable idiot most of the time. But she’d never laughed with him in bed. And never so uncontrollably. Not only had Wyatt momentarily banished the shadows, but he’d also allowed her permission to find joy, even if it was at her own expense... and his stomach’s.

“Okay, let’s get you fed,” she said once she’d calmed down enough to form words.

“Okay,” he agreed, but instead of getting up, he buried his face in her neck, nipping her with his teeth. She contained the moan as pleasure erupted throughout her body and shoved at his shoulder.

“Real food,” she insisted. “Not me.”

“But you taste so good.” That comment and the look that accompanied it gave her the shivers. She almost acquiesced to his unspoken command. Almost. But she found she was as hungry as him.

“Nope,” she asserted and rolled out from under him. He growled his displeasure but let her go, watching her with unabashed hunger. More tremors racked her body, and she forced herself to walk to the bathroom.

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