Page 67 of Wraith
“Good answer. Spread your legs for me.”
When she did as he asked, he found her entrance and drove home. Amelia dug her nails into his shoulders then scraped across the tattoo on his back. He braced his entire frame into her, loving her teeth against his neck as he crashed into her.
This side of Amelia, he loved. He loved the way she took his force and gave him everything. She didn’t wilt under his power. No, Amelia held her own, sinking her teeth into his flesh even as she climaxed around his hardness.
He pulled from her, twisted her around and found her again. This time, he gripped the sides of her corset and pulled. When her breasts were free, he cupped them from behind, used them as leverage and rode her hard and fast.
“Liam…”
“Yes, my heart?”
“Harder—please?”
He kissed the back of her head. “Only because you said please.”
She moaned, curled forward and pressed her forehead to the wall. The position sent her ass outward more and him to slide even deeper into her wetness. She weakened after coming for him again. Wraith picked her up and carried her to the bed. She rolled over, climbed to her knees and sway her ass for him.
Wraith, helplessly, fell to his knees and slid his tongue into her.
“Baby!” She sighed. “Yes!”
As she drew close, Wraith entered her again and held his breath as she threatened to burn him alive. He held his hips steady as she pushed back onto him taking him deep. She moved her body like poetry, taking him deep and releasing him enough so only the head of his cock remained in her. It was a game she played for she knew it turned him on. It drove him wild.
He growled, gripped her hips and slammed into her. She shouted his name and fell face first into the bed. But Wraith was primal. He climbed to the bed to stand over her, slid back inside her and rode her until he fell to pieces. All he could do was drill deep then let go ever bit of control he thought he had when Amelia gave him her body. In this scenario, he was the flower and his beautiful Hummingbird would feed from him, taking as much as she’d like and leaving him with a growing love inside him which threatened to pull him apart.
Wraith saton the edge of the bed and watched Amelia sleep. She was naked, the sheets had slipped down to her ass. Her hair was a righteous mess, but she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He caressed a hand down her back, loving the softness of it, the perfection of it.
“You’re mine, Hummingbird.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss her skin between her shoulders. “And I would dare anyone to say otherwise.”
He left her for a bit to talk to Tex then to Lili. He asked her to keep watch over Amelia’s best friend for a little longer because they would be on their way back in a week. Once done, he went through the fridge and made a garden salad and steaks. Beast had said he could grab a couple of wines from the cellar—except a particular bottle he had saved for a special occasion.
He settled for a bottle of chianti and set it in the freezer while he dished out the food. The garden salad he placed in a separate bowl on the tray as well as dressing, the steaks, plates, knives and forks and two wine glasses. He then retrieved the wine and made his way up the stairs.
Amelia was sitting up in bed, sheets pulled up to her breasts.
“I thought you left,” Amelia said.
“And I thought you didn’t care if I stayed.”
Amelia bowed her head. “I know what I said.”
He exhaled loudly and set the tray on top of the chest at the foot of the bed, curled a leg under him and sat.
“When I said earlier, we needed to talk…”
She shrunk away from him.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have known better. You said something to me when we were in Russia. You said—”
“I can’t wait to take you home because you may not want to admit it now, Liam, but you’re mine.”
Wraith smiled. “Yes.” He lifted her hand to kiss it. “Did you mean it?”
“Yes.”
“I know we aren’t home yet, but you promised me something.”
“You don’t want to leave?” Amelia asked.
