Page 49 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
Finally, the edge of his teeth scrapes against my nipple. The pleasure is so sharp that my spine arches off the mattress, a cry tangled in my throat. Growling deep in his chest, he takes the throbbing tip into his mouth, trapping it and sucking hard.
Sensations overwhelm me, saturating my senses. His fingertips travel slowly over my torso, leaving heated trails. Even the skin on my sides and belly is hypersensitive—like every inch of my body is an erogenous zone. Vaguely, I sense him unbutton and unzip my pants and push them down along with the damp panties. I lift my butt off the bed to help him, eager for more.
He lavishes the same sexual torture to my other nipple. Then his mouth travels down my belly, nips followed by teasing licks and kisses.
“Inside me. Please,” I say, spreading my legs.
“I’m not finished tasting you,” he says against my belly button.
I can’t wait anymore. So I try a different tack. “I can’t stay up that late. I have to work tomorrow.”
He quirks an eyebrow, resting his chin on my stomach. “Is that the newest thing in sex talk?”
“It’s the newest thing in ‘I really want your cock inside me’ talk.”
His lips twitch. “We’ll see.”
He stands, then strips his shoes, socks and the rest of his clothes. His bare cock is gorgeous—long and thick, with veins throbbing visibly along the shaft.
“Mine.” I smile. “Everything I see is mine.”
Lust darkens his gaze. “Yes. Everything you see is yours. Just like everything I see is mine.”
“Then take what’s yours.”
He lowers his body until he’s almost covering me. He throws one leg over his shoulders, then the other. “Feel how wide open you are.”
“Yes.”
“Helpless.”
“Yes.”
Even if I could help it, I wouldn’t. I love being spread for him, want him inside me. I want us to be connected in the most fundamental way a man and a woman can be.
He drives into me, the motion swift and hot. I arch my back, crying out hard against my fist. The sensation is fiery, and I feel like there’s an unquenchable fever burning inside me.
His motions are hard, ruthless. I revel in them, loving every thrust, wanting more, needing all of him.
His eyes meet mine, and I fall into their emerald depths. I feel so fused with him that it’s no longer like I’m my own person, but something bigger and more powerful than the sum of us.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He groans deep in his chest. “I love you so much. I can never have enough of you.”
He wraps his large hand around the back of my skull and kisses me, his hips still moving.
My breasts are still pushed up by the bra, and every time he thrusts, my nipples scrape against his chest. I scream into his mouth as a climax crashes into me.
Only then does he let go with a rough growl, the cords of his powerful neck and shoulders standing out in stark relief. Then he wraps himself around me, pressing soft kisses on my bare skin and undoing the clasp on my bra, making sure I’m comfortable.
I smile a little, wrapping my arms around him and feeling my heartbeat match his.
“Go to sleep, Ivy.”
And I do, knowing everything’s right with my world…
Until the nightmares come.
