His to Take (Wicked Lovers #9)(103)
Author: Shayla Black

He gave her a low, seductive groan. “I love the sound of you begging, baby girl. Now I’m ready to hear you scream.”

Chapter Fifteen

BAILEY hadn’t even processed his words before he rose to his feet, pushed her farther up the bed, tore open his fly, and shoved his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and purple and ready. He took hold of her hips, bracing himself. With all his breath, he thrust forward and filled her, stretching her sensitive tissue, scraping every aching nerve. Her flesh tingled with both the pain and the pleasure of his sudden invasion. She gasped, dug her nails into his shoulder, and threw her head back.

“Look at me. Come!” he growled in her ear.

Their stares locked, and she lost herself in his hazel eyes as she splintered apart. Her heartbeat thumped against her ribs, roared in her ears. Every muscle in her body seized up. She stopped breathing, stopped thinking of everything except Joaquin. She cried out his name as she clamped down on his cock. A feral groan erupted from his lips as he pumped her furiously, prolonging the flare of ecstasy into something close to agony, so sharp and acute. Her keening cry filled the room, bounced off the walls, rang in her ears.

“Fuck, yes,” he encouraged on a long growl.

Under him she bucked and lifted. The explosion of bliss unraveled her entirely. She closed her eyes, savoring the hard rush into climax.

“No, look at me.” He reached up and tugged on her wet hair.

Obediently, she opened her eyes again. This time, the connection shifted something in her heart. It wasn’t just love, but possession. Every instinct told her that Joaquin was claiming her as his for all time. Bailey willingly gave herself over. She’d never experienced a man so intense, so bent on justice . . . so perfect for her.

But from now on, he was hers, too. She’d fight for him. She’d die for him. He would complete her. He would be the one she built a new family with.

Maybe starting tonight.

The thought tripped another zip of need inside her, which he kindled with every demanding thrust into her body, sending her over the edge once more.

Pleasure drugged her veins. She softened like melted butter all around him. Her sigh of joy, coupled with her half-drunk smile, probably looked goofy. But in that moment, she couldn’t have held her delight in for any reason. He made her sublimely happy.

Bailey had barely begun to relax when Joaquin withdrew and slammed her mouth with a hard kiss, dipping inside like a man starving for her taste. His urgency awakened hers again, and she kissed him back with all the passion only he roused.

“I need you. I have to . . . Damn it. Tell me if I’m too rough.”

Without any idea what he sought, she let him have his way. Bailey trusted him. He might not be perfect. She might not agree with his methods all the time. But he’d never hurt her on purpose.

“Yes.”

He sent her a primal snarl before he flipped her onto her belly and shoved his arm around her waist. With a tug, he pulled her onto her hands and knees, supporting her middle with the width of his steely forearm. A moment later, the head of his cock probed her entrance, found her wet flesh parting willingly for him, then thrust deep.

She screamed. In this position, her passage felt more narrow. He took up every ounce of space in her pussy—and then some.

“Did I hurt you?”

Was he kidding? “No.” She could barely catch her breath, but who cared when he delivered that much pleasure? “It’s amazing.”

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, reaching up to pluck at her sensitive nipples.

The touch shocked her system and replaced her sated heaven with the enslaving grip of desire again. How could he do this to her so quickly? So easily?

She hadn’t even answered that question before he upped the stakes, leaning over her back and sliding his hand up her breast, over her collarbones, affixing his fingers around her chin. He tilted her head back and ground into her sex with short, deep strokes that sent off another violent wave of tingles.

“You’re like the drug I can’t get enough of. When I’m not inside you, all I can think about is fucking you. When I am, I don’t think of anything but filling you completely and owning you.”

His words made her shudder as he drove her into a spiral of panting, reckless desire. No denying that his possessive grip made her feel as if she was his completely. She’d never felt anything like it and knew down to her bones that only he could take her here.

Beneath his body, Bailey wriggled, gyrating with him. Together, they found a rhythm. A tilt of her hips as he pulled back dragged his steely length over all the nerves that made her gasp and claw the cheap comforter. She shoved back onto him as he plunged into her with a harsh grunt. Over and over and over, a seemingly endless rhythm. Bailey lost all sense of time, the world around them, even her next breath. All she needed was Joaquin. The way he dragged his sweat-slick chest over her back as he fucked his way even farther inside her with every thrust stunned her. She heard thunder in her ears, saw stars behind her eyes. Damn it, the heavens parted.