Page 175 of Beat of Love
And his cock unerringly pushed inside her.
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Yes. yes. yes.
Brandy-Lyn fastened her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles, anchoring herself to him, savoring the fullness of him inside her. Still sensitive from their first time, there was a slight burn to his penetration, but she pushed the discomfit aside, wanting this connection. And with sudden clarity, she understood she had been waiting for this man, thismoment,her whole life.
She, a woman who’d scoffed at the romantic notion of a man completing a woman, now fully understood that sexist expression.
This man, with all his complexities,completedher.
“Never letting you go, Rafferty Lawson,” she whispered.
And she meant it.
She’d fight for him.
She’d fight with him, beside him, facing his demons head-on with him.
Fuck, she’d evenkillfor him.
The fact that he’d killed did not repel her at all. She understood. If someone harmed her children, harmed Rafferty, and that person was beyond the reaches of the law, she would go on the hunt and exact revenge.
“I’m holding you to that promise, Brandy-Lyn.”
His hands slipped under her top and closed over her breasts, his palms, rough with callouses, abrading her nipples. He caught the sensitive buds between his thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them none too gently. Desire zinged through her, and they both moaned as she contracted around him.
He flexed his hips, withdrawing a bit and pushing back in. Going deeper. “So slick, Red. Only for me,” he growled.
She tilted her hips upward, andyes, he was all the way in. Full. She was so full. It was glorious. “Only for you, Raff,” she gasped.
And then he started moving.
Fast and frantic.
It was rough. It was hard.
His desperate moves lit something in her, turning her wild.
Unleashing the vixen in her. Her fingers clawed at his back, her mouth anchored to his shoulder, licking, sucking, tasting.
Sweaty. Salty.
He called her name, guttural, broken. Over and over. “Red. Red.Red.”
His fingers dug into her hips, her ass, and she bucked with him. Bucked right off the vanity. He caught her, staggered with her across the floor, slamming her against the wall.
She cried his name, the sudden climax ripping through her, stunning her. But there was more. Another one building.
She felt him explode within, a hot gush of liquid shooting into her. “More, she gasped, bucking harder, greedy, demanding more. Seeking that elusive pinnacle. That higher high.
He shifted, changing the angle of her hips, and yes! There it was!
A hoarse cry tore from her throat as the orgasm tore through her body, electrifying her limbs. She was out of control, out of her mind, and her entire body quaked. Yet he held her, his arms tight bands of steel supporting her while she turned limp, all her strength gone, obliterated by the power of that orgasm.
“Fuck, Red,” he rasped against her lips a while later when coherence returned. “You were magnificent. Absolutely fucking amazing.”
Brandy sucked air into her lungs and rubbed her fingers over his damp skin. “You weren’t too bad yourself.” She became aware of their position. She was sitting on his thighs and he— “We’re on the floor,” she exclaimed.
