Page 107 of Devil's Bride

Her moans were interrupted by nervous laughter, the sound vibrating from the force of my actions.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

Every breath, every moan thrilled me.

Did she have any idea what she was doing to me or how much she’d rattled me to the core?

I fucked her even harder. Skin slapping against skin.

Moans escalating.

Sweat dripping.

Hunger increasing.

We were two wild animals. When she came again, I closed my eyes in a moment of sweet satisfaction. For some strange reason, all I could think about was my need to keep her safe.

My vision was fucked. I had no ability to fully inflate my lungs.

But I still wasn’t done with her.

As she started to come down from the drunken haze of ecstasy, she lowered her face ever so slowly to the bed. “Mmm…”

Her muffled sound only fueled the savage desire lurking in the darkness. I gripped her hip with one hand as I guided the tip of my cock to her dark hole with the other.

She tensed, pushing up from the bed, but there was no cry of retaliation, no pushback. As she’d done before, she arched her back, her now quiet anticipation unlike anything I’d experienced before.

A man like me was never gentle. I took what I wanted. But this time, I slowly pushed my shaft inside. She was even tighter than before, her muscles grasping and pulling me in by another few inches.

Once I was fully seated inside, I rubbed my fingers down her back. I could touch her for hours, allowing my fingers to lingeragainst her skin, but she wasn’t that kind of woman. She didn’t want my touch when not embroiled in passion.

For tonight, she had no choice. As she’d done to me before, I dug my fingertips into her skin, finding just enough to hold her in place while I fucked her ass.

Until her, I’d never thought of the act as being that intimate, used more as a tool of domination and control. But as with everything else, with her the feeling was different.

The need was different.

Hell, I was different.

Yet it was better that she hated me. The alternative was far too dangerous.

I pounded into her, finding a way to control my raging urges for a few minutes, but even that was torture. I needed release. Release from pressure. Release for satisfaction.

And release from the certainty of impending danger.

There was no more holding back. I physically couldn’t do so.

As I erupted deep inside, she mewed her satisfaction.

For the first time since we’d entered into our strangled alliance, I covered her body with mine, easing us both to the bed where I intended to stay.

I kissed her shoulder and minutes later, rolled over on my back. Almost instantly, she curled under the crook of my arm, resting her head on my chest.

I nuzzled her soft hair, staring up at the ceiling. “There’s no way of escaping me, Genevieve. If you vanish, I will find you. I just wanted you to know that.”

Her sigh continued to be one of satisfaction. When she spoke, her words were mere whispers, drowsiness already setting in. “Why should I escape when I have everything I need right here? When I’ve found love?”

CHAPTER 30

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