Page 159 of A Promise so Bold and Broken

Lessia’s hands tangled in his hair as his words pushed her over the edge, and she barely heard him growl “You’re so fucking perfect. So fucking perfect” as he pushed up inside her once more.

Merrick held on to her as she shook from the aftermath of the pleasure, his cock still buried deep inside as her eyes flew open.

“Do you have any more in you?” he rasped when she gave him a soft smile, and she could barely believe it when that scorching heat blasted within her again, pangs of pleasure shooting up her spine as he shifted inside her.

A corner of Merrick’s mouth lifted before his lips clashed with hers again, and he ordered, “Wrap your legs around me.”

A silent pant dropped from her lips as she did what he told her, and she swore she saw stars when Merrick purred “Good girl” as he moved them so that she straddled him, his back against the wall and feet planted on the floor.

She moaned his name when his hands landed on her hips, guiding her back and forth, the position somehow driving him even deeper.

“Hold on to me,” Merrick rasped into her ear when she cried out again, desperate for the release, desperate for him to get deeper, desperate for him.

For everything.

All coherent thoughts left her as she locked her arms around his neck, and he thrust up into her, faster, harder, deeper than she’d ever experienced.

“You.”

Merrick’s hands squeezed her hips as he pulled out of her, his tip teasing her wetness, leaving her nearly feral when it danced over her entrance.

“Are.”

A hand dipped between them, immediately finding her most sensitive spot.

“So.”

Her eyes slammed shut with pleasure when his thumb pressed against her clit, the other fingers gliding farther down, hovering right above where his cock still taunted her, nudging but not entering her.

“Fucking.”

His other hand trailed over her stomach until it found one of her aching breasts, pinching the hard bud until she gasped.

“Good.”

Her head fell back when Merrick thrust into her, and that warmth in her core exploded into a wildfire, consuming her every nerve—her every thought.

Only because Merrick’s arm wrapped around her, holding her up, didn’t she fall into a heap of satisfaction as his warm release followed right after her own, his chest vibrating from the curses he let out, ending with her name falling from his mouth.

Merrick leaned his forehead against hers, and the Death Whisperer kept her eyes hostage as their hearts hammered so hard against each other that she was surprised neither of them cracked a rib.

“That…” Lessia had to pull some air into her lungs before she could continue. “Was fucking amazing.”

A smug smile spread across Merrick’s face, and he cupped her face as he kissed her, tugging at her bottom lip with his canines until she couldn’t help but moan again.

“That.” He trailed his lips across her cheek until he reached her ear, his whisper prickling across her heated skin. “Was nothing.”

She couldn’t believe it when another rush of anticipation roiled in her core.

He was still inside her, for the gods’ sake.

Merrick’s hot breath moved from her ear down to her throat, and when his canines sank into her skin, not breaking it, his lips only sucking—teasing her like a sublime promise—she squirmed so much his cock hardened within her again.

He laughed hoarsely when her eyes widened. “Let’s never leave this room.”

Lessia was about to agree when Raine’s voice floated through the door. “I am so sorry to do this, but you need to leave the room.”

Nestling his face into her neck, Merrick groaned. “Go away.”

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