Wicked Ever After (Wicked & Devoted #2) - Shayla Black Page 0,55
I looked at you I wanted you.”
“It was all over your face. If Cutter hadn’t busted us apart, I was going to shove you in the nearest closet and put my mouth all over you until you said yes.” He punctuated his statement by dragging his lips along her shoulder, then nipping at her lobe. “And the first time I got inside you, I knew you were the last woman I was ever going to fuck.”
His words weren’t romantic, yet they made her swoon. “I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”
“When you say shit like that, I can’t hold out. God, I love to fuck you. This is gonna go fast. After watching you get yourself off…” He grabbed her hair and forced her gaze to his. “And now being inside you? You fucking own me. Give me your mouth.”
He had always owned her, too.
Brea tilted her lips under his. Pierce took them fiercely, tongue raking inside, teeth nipping at her as he drove her higher and higher. His demand lit her up—powerful, charged with fire, inescapable.
Suddenly, he wrenched his mouth free with a groan, changed the angle of his stroke to deliver lightning to her clit. He worked her rhythmically—hard, steady, unrelenting.
“Pierce!”
“Here. With you. Fuck. Kiss me and let go.”
She was trembling, on the edge, and beyond happy to comply.
Brea’s lips collided with his again. When he nudged her mouth open farther, she stroked against his tongue in a frantic kiss while he panted and thrust.
Then his stare bored down into her. “Come for me.”
His growled command ignited her until she couldn’t do anything but comply.
He slammed deep again, jostling her clit as he scraped a sensitive bundle of nerves inside her. Pleasure swelled and seized her body. While a scream worked its way up her throat, he pressed his palm over her mouth, absorbing her cries as she launched into dark, soaring pleasure.
Above her, he sucked at her shoulder, stiffening. His long, hoarse cry against her skin resounded in her ears as they rode the pinnacle of ecstasy together and, as one, sighed in satisfaction.
Dreamy, dizzying moments later, he melted against her and nuzzled his face in her neck. She stroked his back with her palms, legs still wrapped tightly around him. Brea tried to stay in the moment, but without the bliss blinding her to everything except Pierce’s touch, reality crashed in.
She burst into tears. “I’m so worried.”
“Pretty girl…no,” he crooned in soft concern. “I hate to see you like this.”
That made her cling tighter. “You’re everything to me. I don’t want you to go.”
“If I had a choice…”
But he didn’t. Brea knew that.
“You’re only putting yourself at risk for me.” She dropped a hand to her stomach. “For us.”
“Yeah. To me, nothing matters more. This started over a job. And even after everything Montilla did to me, I was willing to let it go and to let the police handle it. But he’s making it personal because I’m keeping him from his son. Since killing me won’t get him what he wants, he’s determined to take a loved one from me.”
“So you can suffer the way he has?”
“Whether I squeal or suffer, he’s won. Montilla is determined and he’s dangerous. And he won’t stop. My only option is to put him in the ground.”
“I know.” He’d explained that once, but logic didn’t make her feel any less scared.
“Don’t worry too much, pretty girl. I’m just taking out the trash.”
“Don’t be flippant.”
“I got this. You and the little one just hang tight. I’ll do my best to return soon.” He eased from her body and gathered her into his arms. “Have you thought about any baby names?”
He was telling her what she wanted to hear and changing the subject to keep her from dwelling on the worst-case scenario. It killed Brea, but she put on a brave face because she believed in Pierce. If anyone could end Montilla, he could. Still, his question snaked pain through her chest. They both knew that if they didn’t have this conversation now, they might never have the chance.
She sniffed back tears. “Do you have any suggestions?”
He shook his head. “I’ve barely had time to get used to the idea you’re pregnant. Tell me the ones you’ve been considering.”
“If it’s a girl… My mom’s name was Lavinia, Liv for short. Since that’s a mouthful, maybe Olivia?”
“That’s pretty. My mom was Rose. That might be a nice middle name.” He stroked her hair and kissed her gently. “What do you think?”