Page 131 of Wild Card

“I would have found you, Willow. The night you ran away from me at Tom’s, I had your information in under an hour. I was coming for you, but like I said, fate kicked in.” His admission should shock me, but it doesn’t.

“Spoken like a true stalker.”

“Best kiss of my life that night. I wasn’t stupid enough to let you go.”

“Thank you for not letting me chase you away.”

“Princess, you still don’t get it. I wasn’t going anywhere. Lost some good men, watched two of my brothers get shot, took the risks regardless of the danger. All the dark led me to a blue bar and the woman who would be my world.”

My world… the words slide through me and wind directly around my soul. Suddenly, the space between us is too much.

Pure, raw need surges through my bloodstream.

I tip up, capturing his mouth. He growls his approval, lowering me to the bed. The next few seconds are a frenzy. I barely register the sound of ripping until the cool air covers my skin and my dress is gone. Next is my bra and panties until I’m naked and writhing. My fingers fumble with his jeans until he takes mercy, breaking apart and tearing them off.

When I catch his gaze, my world spins.

Carnal hunger, savage desire, need—all aimed at me.

This is not a man who is about to have sex… he’s a man on the brink of losing his mind.

I did this.

He brings his mouth back to mine, kissing me slower this time, positioning himself between my thighs.

I try to savor the moment, but my body has other ideas. Shifting into position, I feel the smooth skin, the hardness of his length, and the cool metal balls. My hips slam up, taking him all in one stroke.

I scream into his mouth, the sting immediately turning to pleasure.

“Fuck.” He tears his mouth from mine, his eyes roaming over my face.

I cut him off from asking if I’m okay. “You may not have the taste of me on your tongue, but you’re deep inside me. I’m giving you everything this is. I love you.”

His words from earlier sink in and he closes his eyes. In a flash, he’s on his back, his gaze blazing. He bucks up and I moan at the sensation.

He pumps up, gripping my hips. “Ride my cock. Let me watch you take me. Say it again.”

“I love you.”

My hands brace on his chest, matching his rhythm until he grazes over the spot that has me trembling. I whimper and a ghost of a grin crosses his lips, knowing he’s got me.

One hand moves to my chest, pinching my nipple with a sharp pain. I lean into his touch, changing my angle and rolling my hips, taking him deeper.

He slams up, over and over until sweat rolls down my neck.

“Give me this one, baby.”

I shake my head, refusing to give in, even though my insides are ready to detonate.

His eyes flare at my defiance and he increases his speed.

I lock onto his chest, trying not to focus on the ripples of his muscles, the ink taunting me to run my mouth over every swirl, or the fascination of him laid below.

It doesn’t work. My brain is a jumbled mess of his powerful thrusts, his continuous caress of my breasts with the tingle of his fingers across my nipples.

I close my eyes, willing myself to hold on.

“Open your eyes, Princess. Let me see you come apart on my dick.”

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