Page 109 of My UnTrue Love
“Bill!” She wailed his name, her eyes squeezing shut in bliss. Her core clenched around his fingers and the orgasm ripped through her. The force of it had her back bowing off the bed. “Oh God…Bill.”
He was already moving. He positioned himself, before her body stopped shaking. “Look at me, Clem.” The words were a snarl of passion.
She somehow focused on his face, which was kind of a miracle in her current state. His eyes were illuminated now, shining a vivid, coyote-blue. Another ripple of pleasure rocked her and she cried out.
“That’s right. Give me everything. I want it all.”
The phone rang again.
Clem made a dismayed sound at the interruption.
Bill gave an impatient growl. He declined the call by smashing the cellphone to pieces. He also crushed one side of the nightstand in the process. Bits of plastic and wood hit the carpet, as Bill’s fist hammered the phone straight into the top of the small table.
Shit.
That wasinsanelysexy.
“Never mind about him.” Bill kept his attention on her flushed face. “You just focus on whatI’mdoin’.”
It was literally impossible to focus on anything else.
Clementine leaned up to kiss him, her tongue tangling with his. He was anamazingkisser. Everything about him was amazing. Her hands trailed down his back to touch his amazing ass, because she’d been desperate to touch it for so long. She used the amazing sides of it as handles to drag him even closer to her.
Bill swore, but the sound wasn’t displeased. It was frantic. His mouth opened over hers, as if he was going to die without the taste of her. “I can’t wait, Clem. You ready for me?”
His whole body trembled under her caress, and she realized how much power she wielded over such a strong man. “I’ve been ready for you my whole life.”
That was all he needed to hear.
Clementine’s words turned to a gasp, when his steely erection surged into her. “Oh!” Her nails dug into his back, too far gone to even realize it might hurt him.
Bill didn’t seem to notice the scratches, anyway. “Fuck.” He let out a guttural groan that was also a half-laugh. “It’s a goddamn miracle I didn’t have to kill more men to have you. If they knew how perfect you felt, I’d be in high noon showdowns seven days a week.” He began to rock his hips, stretching her with his girth.
Clem instinctively stiffened. She trusted him, but…
“I know it feels tight. That’s becauseyou’retight, baby. You can handle all of me, though. I know you can.”
She wanted to obey his erotic demand, but she wasn’t sure how this could possibly work. Even with the added lubricant he felt enormous.
“Nobody’s ever done to you what I’m doing, have they?” He didn’t relent in his slow invasion, his words soothing in her ear. “Nobody else ever will. We’re gonna fit just fine. Relax for me.”
Clem wasn’t sure how to do that. She looked away, trying to adjust, even when she felt filled to overflowing. But he wasright. It wasn’t enough. She tried to relax her inner muscles to accept more of him.
“There we go!” He kissed her temple. “You’re doing so Good.” His hand was rubbing at the entrance of her body, sending little shocks of pleasure through her and easing her tension. “I’m so proud of you.”
Her eyes turned back to his, her confidence returning.
“Beautiful.” He smiled, but there was a savage edge to it. “I’ll take care of you. You just let me in, where I belong now.”
He did belong there. He belonged as close to her as possible.
“My mate.” He cupped her cheek in his palm, as he finally filled her completely. His eyes were electrified with passion and something much bigger. “Be with me forever. Please, Clem. I need you so much.”
Clementine’s heart glowed. That was the best thing Bill had ever said to her. It gave her hope that maybe he wasn’ttoomiserable that she’d pressured him into marriage.
Before she could come up with a suitably thoughtful response, her gentle new husband tangled a fist in her hair and began proving he could make her body do whatever he wanted. All her hesitant fear vanished, and she was lost in a blaze of heat.
“Bill!” Clementine’s feet wound around the backs of his legs, her toes gripping at his calves. The blue mist of his coyote-self was coating his body now, helping to cool her overheated flesh. It was like touching magic.
