Page 156 of The Sweetest Devotion

“Good, because I’m tired of fuckin’ playin’ with you.”

That was all he needed to hear. Gone was his patience as his hold of me became rough. In seconds he’d picked me up and was finding his way to my bedroom. I had never been so horny and needy in my life. I kissed all over the side of his face and his neck, causing his grip on my ass to harden.

Once we crossed the threshold of my bedroom Keith didn’t stop until he reached my bed where he tossed me down onto it. I bounced momentarily as I watched Keith take off his jacket and sling it to the side. Next went his shirt and one look at that body and those tattooed arms and I helped myself to rushing out of my tank top.

I let out a squeak when a rough hand grabbed a hold of my ankle and yanked me down to the edge of the bed.

Keith’s fingers curled around my waistband as he quickly ripped them down my legs.

“Don’t let me hurt you,” he said in a warning.

“You won’t,” was all I could manage to get out.

And he didn’t.

Keith removed the last of my clothing before stripping nude. With renewed focus, he crawled onto the bed and kissed me again, leaving me just as wanton as I’d been out in my living room. He left my lips and traveled to my breasts, giving each equal attention. The kissing continued further south where he buried his head between my legs and kissed me tender and numb.

All of this was for me as his anger took a back seat and he handled me with a softness I couldn’t get enough of. He brought me to the brink before coming back up and parting my thighs. He entered me slowly and at once let out this deep groan that sent my sex clenching around him.

“Fuck, Kennedy.” He moaned into my ear and I felt so much closer.

Keith made love to me for the first time and it was the most intimate experience I’d ever had. His hands were all over me as he took me slow and gentle, patient for what was brewing inside of me. Not once did he stop kissing me. Not once did I want him to.

There wasn’t a breath I took that didn’t involve his. We were one. Entwined. Entangled. Endless.

He held me tight and close when I came and I clung to him, needing him like a second skin as I rode out the sensation.

And then, as if a switch had been flipped, the anger was back as Keith took hold of my hips and slammed his into mine.

“Keith!” I could only call out his name once before another harsh intrusion sent me silent.

God he was deep. So deep inside me he felt embedded into my system.

“So what’s your plan?” he demanded to know as he peered down at me, irritation inflaming his dark eyes. “You’re gonna marry this dude, and then come and sneak into my city to fuck me every now and then?”

Tears pooled into my eyes as one stroke sent me close to the edge again. “No!”

He perked a brow. “Oh?”

I shook my head, my tears falling. “I only want you. I’ll never be his.”

Keith stilled, staring down at me, reading between my words for any hidden meaning. “We’ll see about that.”

He dove deeper inside me and I cried out.

Gone was Keith’s patience as he took what he wanted. He fucked me like he owned me. Like I washis. He stamped his name all over me.Keith. Keith. Keith.Claiming me. And I had never come harder in my life in the aftermath.

Cool air brushed over my naked skin as I lay on my side, facing Keith as he was facing me. A stupid smile on my face had me blushing into my pillow.

I was too sore to move, but I needed to get clean.

Keith’s palm ran down the length of my body and he followed the movement with a contented look. That was most intense sex I’d ever had and I was hooked for more.

I already liked how he fucked, but Ilovedhow he made love, how he focused on giving me pleasure, how gentle he was, and how in the moment he seemed.

I ran my finger down Keith’s solid chest, wanting to trace it with my tongue but feeling too comfortable to make the move. “I like it soft and slow like that.”

Keith took my hand and kissed the back of it. “Yeah?”

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