Page 20 of Bed of Thorns

“Fuck me.” My God. My whisper was almost inaudible.

“Say it again. Louder.”

“Fuck me!” I half laughed after spouting off the request, only it was a demand of my own.

“That’s it.” He continued toying with me for a few seconds, his hold on my hair tightening. I felt the tip of his cock slide against my wetness, pushing until his cockhead was just inside.

I undulated my hips, several scattered moans pushing past my lips. What he was doing with his fingers was enough to cause another massive climax. Then as he pinched my clit, thrusting his cock inside at the same time, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. My muscles stretched again, clamping down around the thick invasion like a tight vise.

When he pulled all the way out, I instantly moaned, arching my back as much as his hold would allow. “No! More. Please.”

He shoved the entire length inside once again, thrusting hard and fast several times. There wasn’t an inch of my skin that hadn’t erupted in flames, burning like crackling dry wood during a firestorm. My heart was thudding against my chest, my throat as tight as before.

Nothing else had ever felt as incredible as what he was doing to me. Every sound he made was primal, exciting me, pushing me into hungering for more. I became lost not only in the moment but in the man as he fucked me. We were two wild animals and nothing more, incapable of satisfying our needs.

He kept his hand against my pussy, constantly teasing me, pinching my clit until I rose onto my toes because of the sensitivity. His laugh brought another wave of heat and I sensed he’d rolled onto the balls of his feet. Everything became a massive incredible blur of stars and rainbows. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, the increase in my emotions unexpected, but as delicious as what we were sharing.

I pushed my palms against the wall, doing everything I could to meet his brutal thrusts. The temperature in the room had risen, beads of perspiration trickling down one side of my face. As I floated into another wave of rapture, the orgasm smashing through me was so intense I was incapable of making a single sound.

“Yes,” he muttered, easing his hand to my face, tracing my lips with his slickened finger, gently pushing it inside.

I felt dirty and sinful, but for some crazy reason, the taste of my sex made the experience even more powerful. I was drunk on his scent as well as the wild sex, but sensed he was close to coming. There was nothing I wanted more than to have him erupt deep inside.

He smashed both his hands against the wall, his actions even more forceful than before. As I was slammed against the surface, I continued pushing with my hands, meeting every savage plunge. I had no idea how he could last this long. I was exhausted, every muscle aching, yet he plunged several more times.

“I’m going to fill you,” he growled, slowing down and driving four more thrusts. When he threw his head back with a guttural roar, I closed my eyes and smiled as he erupted deep inside.

He collapsed over me, pressing kisses against the side of my neck, holding me in position for several minutes. When he carried me back to bed, he slid in next to me, tugging the sheets over both of us.

I managed to reach for the light, suddenly wanting darkness, the shadows of protection. There was no reason to be worried. This was my house. My space, but too many things nagged at the back of my mind.

As he wrapped his arm and leg around me, holding me close, our bodies molded together perfectly. I could feel the intensity of his heart beating against my back as his hot breath continued to skip along my neck.

I rubbed my thumb up and down on his arm, trying to shake the odd trepidation forging a place in my system.

“This is just the beginning, Mercedes. Just the beginning.”

His voice was already sleepy, holding a tone of continued unbridled desire, his words said out of joy and satisfaction.

Unfortunately, they scared me to death.

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Morning.

When I opened my eyes, a fog remained lurking over me like shadows threatening to overcome my vision altogether. I slowly turned my head toward where Edmond had been, uncertain if I was unhappy that he wasn’t beside me or disappointed. What surprised me was that I’d fallen asleep at all.

Then I thought about William and threw my hand over my mouth. If Edmond knew what the man had done, he’d track him down. That’s the way he’d always been. That’s what… Images rushed into my mind, the dark night when everything had changed. Remembering the horrible time would ruin the moment.

Pleasure.

Pain.

Joy.

Terror.

It was all rolled into one long, passionate night. Finally, I shivered, not from fear but from delicious anticipation. Still, the future was uncertain, the situation caustic. At this point, I had no idea what I was going to do.

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