Page 149 of Buried in Blood
The kiss starts slow—tentative, testing—but turns desperate fast. His hand slides into my hair, pulling me closer like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. I press against him, mouth parting, and he groans low in his throat like he’s been starving.
Our tongues tangle, and I taste him. He tastes sweet—safe.
We break for air, breathing hard.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, forehead pressed to mine.
“I need this,” I whisper back.
Clothes come off in slow, frantic pieces. His hands shake as they run along my waist, like he’s memorizing me in case it’s the last time. And it very well could be.
He pushes me down on the bed, not out of anger, but out of lust. He removes his pants, letting his erection free. My eyes scan over his body, memorizing every scar, every tattoo—everything.
My chest rises and falls quickly. I lick my lips as he lowers himself between my legs.
First, his tongue. He guides it up my inner thigh, licking over my tattoo and onto my most sensitive area. I let out a whimper. It has been too long since I’ve had a man devour me.
His tongue dances around my clit, as he bites and sucks. His dark hair lays messy. He is messy, and I fucking love it. My skin crawls with goosebumps as I stare at this god of a man.
He slowly brings himself over me, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my folds. Spreading my wetness. I shudder.
He looks at me with a primal look. He is a predator, too. I just know this predator also protects.
When he enters me, it’s not like before.
It’s not pain.
It’s not control.
It’shome.
He moves slowly at first, watching me like he’s waiting for me to flinch. I don’t. I rise to meet him, hips curling into his rhythm, our mouths crashing again and again until the motel room disappears and I’m floating in something that almost feels like healing.
He goes faster, pumping into me. I let out a moan.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groans as he crashes his lips back down to mine.
The intensity of his stare has my orgasm climbing.
The wave crashes into me like rocks on a shoreline. I convulse beneath him, as I moan his name. “Reese.”
He draws himself in and out slowly, sensually.
“You like it when I tease you, baby?” He asks in a dark tone.
“Mmhmm,” I respond, barely able to keep my eyes open.
Then he pounds back into me. His cock swelling inside of me.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, as he spills into me.
He collapses down onto me, keeping himself inside me, resting his forehead against my collarbone, breathing me in.
“You’re not broken,” he murmurs.
“Yes, I am.”
“Then I’ll love every fucking piece.”
