Wicked Ever After (Wicked & Devoted #2) - Shayla Black Page 0,41

up her belly and over her breasts. Since she wouldn’t be needing that tonight, he sent it sailing across the room. Same with her panties, so seconds later he tore those off, too.

Then he dropped her back to the sheets and stared.

Her hips had begun to round out. The slight bulge of her belly wasn’t as pronounced lying down, but her tits were heavier and riper, her nipples seemingly darker. They were definitely calling his name as he cupped them in his hands and felt the change in their weight.

“Oh, pretty girl…” He could barely fucking breathe as he swept his thumb over her crest. Then he dragged his palm down the slight curve of her abdomen. The gravity of the moment felt a million times heavier than air. He couldn’t drag enough into his lungs. Instead, they worked like a bellows as he cataloged the changes pregnancy had wrought on her body. “So beautiful.”

Fuck, he couldn’t stop touching her. And like every other time he did, his most primal urges compelled him to get close to her, touch and claim her. Never let her go. Seeing her pregnant twisted his impulses into biological imperatives. He could not walk away from her now and live.

“My body is changing.”

It was, and he was loving it. “We have a lot to talk about, and we’ll get to all that. But I need you. So bad.”

One-Mile dragged his lips over the swells of her breasts, then worked his way down the valley in between before lifting one heavy globe to his waiting mouth and sucking her nipple inside.

“Pierce.” Her breathy cry said she’d missed him and needed the hell out of him, too. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“What, touching you? Reminding you how good we are together? Want me to stop?” He circled her begging bud with his tongue before sucking it deep again. “Do you, baby?”

Under him, she wriggled, hips shifting. He knew the smell of her arousal; it was burned into his brain. It scented the air now, filling his nostrils, driving him to the edge of his restraint.

As he turned his attention to the other taut tip, nipping with his teeth, her lashes fluttered shut. “No.”

“No, don’t touch you? Or no, don’t stop?”

She opened her eyes, glowing golden with desire as she bit her lip and arched closer. Her breaths turned fast and harsh. She gripped his shoulders, her little nails digging into him. Yeah, she was fighting it…and she was losing.

“Tell me, pretty girl. What do you want?” He punctuated the question with a long pull on her pert nipple.

Brea dragged in a sharp gasp. “Oh!”

He watched her pulse beat wildly at her neck. Beneath him, her legs drifted apart, the beautifully welcoming gesture unconscious.

One-Mile fused his stare with hers, took another drag on the hard peaks of her tits, then threw a fucking party at the throaty moan that slipped from her lips.

Brea may not have said yes yet…but she clearly didn’t have the resolve to refuse him with a no.

He could work with that, especially since he didn’t mind playing dirty.

“I’m going to keep touching you until you tell me to stop,” he challenged as he pinched her nipple and skimmed his lips up her neck. When he felt her pulse pound under his lips, he bit gently, reveling in her gasping response. “Got anything to say?”

She shook her head, then pressed it back into the pillow, offering him her throat.

He just smiled. “That’s what I thought.”

Need surging, he kissed his way up the smooth, vulnerable column before covering her mouth. He didn’t have to part her lips with his own; she was already open to him. Waiting for him. He raked her shy tongue with his, tasting the tart hint of the lemonade she’d been drinking mixed with a heady something so Brea. A shudder zipped down his spine.

Jesus, this woman slayed him.

She wrapped her arms even tighter around him as another feminine moan slipped free. Then she cocked her head to encourage his kiss and slowly began to give herself over. But he was a greedy bastard. He wanted more. He wanted her to surrender faster—like right fucking now.

One-Mile reached under her head to grab a fistful of hair at her crown and angled her face to his satisfaction. He jerked her even closer. His tongue slid even deeper.

She met him stroke for stroke. Her next moan pinged off the walls. Her kiss grew wild.

He greedily took all she offered and still demanded