Page 74 of Wicked and Claimed

Close? She was on the edge, ready to come out of her skin, scream his name, and surrender everything in her heart to him again.

So, so dangerous…and in that moment she couldn’t care that they were on a collision course and the truth might ruin them forever. This—his possession, their passion, her devotion—might also save them, right?

“Baby?” he prodded.

“I need to come,” she whined. That was beyond honest.

“On my cock. I want to feel exactly how hard you come for me, so you’re only going to do it on my cock tonight.”

Haisley couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Nash rewarded her by shoving a pair of wide fingers inside her and filling her pussy that felt so very empty without him. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Upstairs, on the right,” she gasped. “I don’t know if I can hold out.”

With his free hand, he pinched her nipple as he twisted his fingers deeper inside her, rubbing her G-spot. “I’m not inside you yet. So you’ll wait.”

As if to enforce his will, he withdrew his digits and swept her into his arms, then began taking the stairs two at a time.

“Nash…” She wanted to weep at the loss of his touch.

He said nothing, just dashed single-mindedly for her bed, kicking the door open to her room, then tossing her onto the mattress. As she bounced, he pinned her down with one hand and ripped his fly open with the other. “Is there any reason I should stop? That I can’t fuck you bare?”

“No.” She was on the Pill.

He grunted like that pleased him…but the implications of her still being on birth control didn’t. Wouldn’t he be shocked to know that she hadn’t been interested enough in anyone since him to bother having sex? It was no surprise to her that he still didn’t want kids. He never had.

“You haven’t let anyone else…without a condom?” he asked, then finished his question with a curse.

“No. No one.”

“I always glove up, but you…” He cupped her face in his hands. “I don’t want anything between us, baby. Not ever again.”

Haisley knew he hadn’t been a monk in her absence. Of course not. She’d left him with almost no explanation and only the barest of goodbyes. When she’d first returned to Lafayette, Madison and Charli had both warned her that he fucked around a lot. She’d be lying if she said that knowing he’d wanted other women enough to take them to bed and share his body hadn’t hurt. But even that pain wasn’t so cutting that she could find the will to refuse him. “I don’t, either.”

“Thank fuck.” He tore his shirt off and flung it across the room, then shoved his pants to his knees before kicking them away. “Spread your legs and look at me.”

Breathless, she obeyed.

God, this was happening. Really happening.

Haisley lost herself in the dark possession gleaming from his eyes as he gripped her hips so tight it almost hurt. Almost…but his fingers digging into her flesh were like a drug. They would leave bruises; he knew her body well enough to know that. Just like she knew he’d always enjoyed leaving his mark somewhere on her, as if he’d been compelled to show the world that she belonged to him.

Thank god nothing had changed.

She raised her hips to him. “Fuck me.”

Poised on top of her, Nash shook his head. “Just fucking won’t satisfy me with you. I’ve waited too long, and I’ve wanted you too much. You, I’m going to own. By the time I’m done, there won’t be a part of you that doesn’t feel melded to me. Still saying yes?”

His words arced thrill through her body. Anticipation suspended her in breathless limbo, leaving her weightless and desperate and anticipating every exquisite moment they shared. “Yes, Sir.”

She’d barely whispered her reply before he slammed his lips over hers and began pushing his way inside—his tongue into her mouth, his cock inside her pussy—his very being fusing her heart to his. Sensations swelled. Euphoria and dizzying need swept through her while he pushed his fat crest into her swollen cunt—rhythmic, insistent, demanding. He pierced her clenched tightness and slid down, deeper, filling her more and more until she stretched to accommodate every inch of him with a burn and sting that drove her pleasure sky-high.

Moaning in delicious torment, Haisley gripped the hard steel of his broad shoulders as he slammed into her, flattening her to the mattress.

“Take the rest of me,” he growled. “Bend your knees. Tilt up. Surrender.”

Accommodating all of him was always a challenge. Still, Haisley complied without hesitation. He rewarded her with more inches and more pleasure.

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