The Boy Who Has No Hope (Soulless #6) - Victoria Quinn Page 0,63

with a beautiful soul. He hadn’t even entered me, and he was about to make me have an orgasm because the passion was enough to stimulate me. I’d never been kissed like this in my entire life, the way a man deeply in love kissed a woman.

I panted into his mouth because the desire started to char my skin. My arms left his neck, and my hands started to drag down his sculpted back, my nails slicing into muscle after muscle.

I knew right then and there that there would never be another man for me after Derek Hamilton. He would be either be the man who became my husband…or the man I could never replace after he was gone.

He guided me back toward the bed, and in a fluid motion, I lay back on the bed the housekeeper had made that morning and felt him move on top of me, his knees separating my thighs, his hips moving between my widening legs. His kiss maintained the same intensity, like there had never been a pause as we maneuvered onto the bed. His fat dick rested against me, hot against my clit, hard against my stomach.

My nails clawed down his back, and I became so anxious I was practically delirious. “Derek…” I didn’t want to wait a second longer. I was already dripping onto his bedding because I was slicker than I’d ever been before. I spoke into his kiss because I didn’t want to halt that, not even for a second, to beg.

He pulled his hips back and broke our kiss so he could direct his head inside me, his thickness pressing into my narrow slit with difficulty. His concentrated expression was on mine, to witness my reaction to him, to feel the connection between our minds as well as our bodies. It took him a second to push past my entrance, to force me to open for his size, but once he was in, he was able to sink easily, aided by my slickness. He sank deeper and deeper, moving until there was nowhere else for him to go.

I arched my back and moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure so intensely that my nerves and pleasure centers were set on fire. My legs widened, and I pulled him closer to me, bringing our faces together once again. My hand cupped his face, my fingers sliding past his shadowed jawline, and I moaned quietly like he was thrusting inside me even though he hadn’t moved his hips at all.

He glided one hand down my leg to my knee to direct my calf over his back and ass. The darkness in his eyes was different, a storm of clouds and lightning, like he felt a cacophony of emotions, various levels of desire. “Baby…” He clenched his jaw like being squeezed by my pussy was testing his nerves. “Fuck, this feels right.” He started to thrust inside me, his dick hitting me deep, his hard body grinding against my clit.

My hands dug into the back of his hair, and I panted into his mouth. “It does…” My other hand went to his back and pulled him into me even though he was doing a damn good job as it was. My lips trembled against his, and the pleasure between my legs couldn’t compare to the fullness in my heart. “Derek…?” My nails started to slice his skin as the pleasure made my toes curl and cramp. “Derek?” My brain struggled to process what I felt, the tsunami that hit me and pulled me under. Did he really just make me come that quickly? Was I really squeezing his dick hard and convulsing? “Derek…” I pulled him tighter, bucked my hips against him, felt the tears drip from the corners of my eyes and streak to my ears. My face automatically went into his neck as I held on.

He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back to the mattress, holding me there so he could watch, watch me shed tears of bliss, watch me go through the exquisite pleasure that made me feel so many highs. With a clenched jaw and a hard expression, he watched me come around him, took in every second like he didn’t want to miss any part of it.

When I finished, all the muscles in my body slowly relaxed so I could soften once more, catch my breath, withdraw my nails from his flesh. My eyes were still watery, my skin wet from the tears