Destroy For Her - R.B. Hilliard Page 0,28

Bit by bit, the pressure increased.

When she was panting and to the point she couldn’t take it anymore, he growled, “Come for me.” Stars bursting behind her eyelids, she flew apart at the seams.

Alex moved from the bed and began stripping off his clothes.

She felt torn. Before this went any further, they really needed to talk.

As if sensing her hesitation, he warned, “Don’t say it.”

He knew her so well. “We really should talk.”

Pinning her with a dark look, he stripped off his shirt. “I said, later.”

She started to argue but then he dropped his pants, and she got a good look at his cock and lost all sense of speech. It was huge, much bigger than she’d remembered. He stalked toward her, and she was reminded of a wild animal—predatory, graceful, and dangerous. Lust roared through her veins as she drank in his hard-sculpted body and beautifully inked muscles. The bed dipped as his knees hit the mattress, his sandalwood scent wrapping around her like a warm embrace. She closed her eyes and breathed him in. She’d dreamed of this moment.

He crawled up her body and straddled her pelvis, giving her a front-row seat to all that was Alex Easton. She was not disappointed in the least. Blue eyes lasered on hers, he trailed his fingers across her sensitive skin, stopping at the top of her pajama pants. “I’ve dreamed of this moment,” he softly confessed.

She sucked in a shocked breath. He’d read her mind.

“Up,” he said, tapping her leg. She lifted her hips, and he stripped off her pajama bottoms, taking her panties with them. Next went her shirt. His gaze raked over her body, briefly halting on her breasts, then moving down. “Perfect,” he whispered. Using his knee, he eased her legs apart. Once he was settled between her thighs, he reached for her injured wrist. After kissing each finger, his gaze settled back on hers. “I’ll never hurt you, I’ll only love you, and I will never fucking let you go again.”

Her breath whooshed from her lungs at his declaration of love. It was beautiful, honest, and heartbreaking—everything she’d ever wanted. His mouth slammed on hers, and she was lost, to him, and to the moment. He loved her now, and that’s all that mattered because that was all she could give him.

His mouth moved to her nipple, his tongue circling the bud. Groaning, she pulled him closer. He switched breasts as she raked her fingers through his hair and then kissed his way down her stomach, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. By the time he made it to her center, she was ready to explode. Her head fell back, her mouth opening on a silent scream as his tongue lashed against her clit. He didn’t just lick, he sucked, and when he added a finger to the mix, she detonated. The climax hit, and she let out a long pleasure-filled groan.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

She peeled open an eye as he vaulted from the bed, grabbed his jeans off the floor, and extracted a condom from his wallet, her cheeks catching fire as she watched him roll it onto his cock—which, by the way, was looking bigger by the second.

Their gazes locked. His lips split into a knowing smile as he strutted his freakishly huge penis back to the bed.

“That looks dangerous,” she teased.

“Mmm, you have no idea.” He took his cock in hand and began sliding it up and down her slit. Each time he hit her sensitive clit, tiny shudders of pleasure zipped through her. When he had them both drenched and panting for it, he lowered his head and touched his mouth to hers. At the same time, he lined up to her entrance and pushed inside, slowly filling her.

He felt so good, too good, perfect. “Oh, God,” she gasped.

A strangled moan tore from his mouth as he began to work his cock inside her. She gripped his shoulders, then stroked her hands across his back, reveling at the feeling of his hard muscles moving beneath her fingertips. His head dropped to her neck on a growl and she smiled. The ability to turn a man like Alex Easton inside out was a powerful thing. She inhaled his sandalwood scent deep into her lungs, then slowly touched her tongue to his neck. He tasted salty. She liked it. Skimming upwards to his ear, she circled the lobe before gently sucking it into her mouth. This, evidently, was a hot button because