Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,76

she’s given me—us—but this is unlike any time we’ve experienced before.

We’re two wild beasts with newly unleashed primal urges, and we can’t do anything other than fuck it out of our systems. Except the more we fuck, the more intoxicating our connection becomes. The more intense the need. The more electrified every single nerve ending in my body feels, and judging by the desperation in her actions, I know for Amelia it’s the same.

She retreats. I plunder.

She crashes down. I bear the brunt.

She’s lighting. I’m thunder. The unstoppable force of our collision generates an all-consuming storm that threatens to ravage us both until there’s nothing left to salvage. I don’t think either of us gives a damn.

And I fucking love every minute of it.

We collide, her forceful slam and my upward drive causing her to cry out at the urgency of our union. I could listen to her come on repeat for the rest of my life, but selfishly, I’m not damn ready for this to end. So, using the arm that’s now holding her steady under her ass, I keep her planted on my cock.

But my girl doesn’t like it one bit.

Her nails dig into the flesh on my neck, sending sharp, pleasurable sensations of pain running down the length of my back. Hell, I feel it in my cock, and when it twitches inside her, she gives me a naughty little grin that promises me there’s more where that came from.

Why did I ever tell this girl to put her claws away?

She wriggles her hips, starting to withdraw. Not ready to give this one up, I turn her and walk to the cavern wall. Then I press her back up to a flat spot. I capture her lips, devouring her, swallowing her moans and whimpers before I push back into her inch by agonizingly slow inch. I can practically feel the urgency coursing through her as she tries to move, but I hold her still.

But fuck me if colors don’t explode in my vision the second the base of my dick nestles into her, wholly enveloped in the hot, tight sheath of her pussy.

Never have I wanted anyone more.

Amelia’s hips try to circle. When she finds that resistance against the cave wall doesn’t allow her to move, she takes my lower lip between her teeth and bites just enough to get the message across.

I don’t care.

I’m buried so damn deep inside her, my cock aches to explode at any moment. Letting her move means my own retreat and I’m not fucking ready for that. We’ve done it hard and fast. We’ve done it soft and slow. But this? It’s unlike anything before and I want to savor every second of it, every feeling, every emotion, even if I’ll ignore them later. I want to capture every single detail in my memory so deep in my soul that, fifty years from now, I’ll still be able to think back on this day and recollect with vivid clarity.

My free hand brushes a strand of unleashed hair off her cheek. Our breaths mingle when my forehead meets hers. Green eyes, eyes I could get lost in, widen as my own search them. Whatever the fuck I’m looking for, I have no idea, but I have to know if this moment feels like more to her. Whatever that even means.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, her eyes not leaving mine. She’s giving me this. This hesitation. This moment. This…fucking exaltation, even if she doesn’t know what it is.

Hell, I’m not sure if I even understand it.

And then my little impatient minx clenches her pussy and tightens around my shaft, fucking ready to milk me dry.

Amelia’s eyes remain innocent, as if she didn’t basically tell me to get the fuck on with it through her pussy, but then she tugs her lower lip between her teeth, holding back a laugh.

Fucking hell. She’s so damn lovable. So damn sexy. So damn feisty, and wet, and perfect, and everything I never fucking knew I wanted or needed, yet now, I’ll never know how I’ll let her go.

And fuck me, she’s so damn wet. So incredibly eager. And after experiencing my fingers and my tongue, she’s so fucking ready and so fucking done waiting.

Fortunately for both of us, so am I.

Knowing it’s time I stop torturing both of us, I withdraw from her with painstakingly reluctant ease. My cock misses her warmth even as I savor the feel of her, hot and tight around