Page 129 of Devil's Claim

Panting, stars floated in front of my eyes, the powerful moment kicking my butt.

He obviously wasn’t in the mood to take his time, his hunger too great. The feel of his huge hands as he brushed them up the insides of my legs only added to the heated electricity.

Now he stood in all his magnificent glory, his skin glistening from drops of water, his hair plastered to his face. He took the time to rake both hands through his hair, allowing me to capture a moment of his chiseled face.

As with everything else tonight, there was something different about the look in his eyes. Yes, they flashed with the same intensity only created by raw passion, but the deepness within them, the true glance into a portion of his soul allowed me a single glimpse of the possessiveness he felt.

For me.

For my little family.

Now his little family.

That was the only reflection offered before his hunger became too great. He forced my legs around his hips and thrust his cock deep inside.

I shuddered in his hold, thousands of shivers and prickles dancing all the way to my toes.

With my eyes closed, I wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing my knees against him as the tingles progressed, my pussy throbbing as much as his shaft.

Exhaling, he lowered his head until he rested his forehead against my cheek. “So tight, Christine. So perfect.”

If only he knew I was anything but perfect. I was a little too this and a little too that, at least according to Malcolm and half the other men I’d dated.

Yet this man, this crazy and powerful, yet dangerous brute made me feel as if I was the most special woman in the world. He pulled out, driving into me again and my muscles clenched and released several times.

He threw his head back, slamming one hand on the shower then the other.

Now my eyes flew open wide. What was he doing? I laughed nervously, struggling to hold onto him.

“You won’t fall, baby, because I won’t let you. Trust me.”

“I do. I really do.” I don’t know why I laughed, yet it was short lived as he powered into me, driving his cock in perfect rhythm. Together we rocked, our bodies molded together in a perfect dance. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, words that I’d thought of while he was gone.

I’d sensed he was in danger. In fact, everything he did placed him directly in harm’s way. He didn’t care. He’d gone out with vengeance on his mind, a deep-seated need to destroy everyone who’d tried to hurt me.

There was no reason for me to cry, but I did, violently and all encompassing.

He cupped my face with one hand, rubbing his thumb under my eye. “Baby. I’m okay. Nothing happened. We’re going to be just fine.”

“How? How can you promise that?” I clung to him, my nails sharp enough I knew I had to be hurting him. He didn’t seem fazed, his eyes glazing over with something other than anguish.

For a split second, I was certain I witnessed love in his eyes.

“You just need to keep placing your trust in me.” He kissed my forehead, brushing his lips to one eye then the other, rubbing his mouth down to my chin. “Always trust me.”

Swallowing hard, I controlled the tears as he continued making love to me. The passion remained, but his actions were more controlled. Every vibration burned the fire deep within, every touch searing my skin.

When he pulled out, I opened my eyes wide. There was the mischievous smile I’d grown to adore and he eased my legs down, slowly turning me to face the shower wall. Using his knee,he spread my legs apart, returning his cock to my throbbing pussy.

He wrapped his arm around my upper chest, holding me against him as he returned to the sweet rhythm. Within seconds, another wave of nirvana rushed through me, the cataclysm of sensations drowning out the pain I’d felt earlier.

What was left was extreme pleasure, another climax rattling the first, so powerful I stopped breathing altogether.

There was no stopping the man. He drove into me long and hard. As he nuzzled against my neck, biting down on my skin, I shuddered.

I knew instantly he wasn’t ready to finish our moment of blissful passion. When he pressed the tip of his cock against my asshole, I took a deep breath and held it.

As before, the blip of pain quickly gave way to something so sublime that every inch of my skin was covered in goosebumps. There was nothing in the world that mattered more than this moment.

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