Burned(Devil's Blaze MC 2)(47)

Something clicks into place. This is different from our one night together. This is new territory. This makes her special, a part of me. I don’t know if she grasps that. Knowing Katie, she may fight it, but I’m not planning on letting her go. The mess with Skull and her sister, we’ll work out when we get back to Kentucky.

“Hold on, sweetness,” I tell her, my hand going down to her pussy and finding her clit. I focus my attention on it while fucking her hard. As hard as I slam into her body, she still manages to thrust up to meet me, wanting more. “That’s it, baby. Take it all,” I groan. I can feel my cock swelling inside of her, but I can’t let myself come, not yet. I pinch her clit with my fingers before working the swollen nub harder.

“Hunter! Oh fuck, I’m going to come!” she cries.

“That’s it, sweetness. I love it when you come all over my cock. I can feel the way your sweet cream bathes me, running down my shaft. It’s so fucking hot. Who owns your body now, Katie? Who does your pussy belong to?” I growl, my thrusts getting rougher and more demanding, still working her clit and not allowing her to come down.

“Hunter!” she cries, and I can hear the fear in her voice. I can’t allow her to run.

“I own your pussy, Katie. I own your orgasms and all of your pleasure. It’s mine to give you. Tell me. Give me the words.” I order, while at the same time using my hand to pull up on her hip to hit that spot that she needs fucked the hardest. I know the minute I hit my target because her body comes apart in my hands. Her forceful thrusts are erratic and out of control. Her body pushes almost completely off the bed while her hands come to my shoulders and her nails claw into me. I would punish her for that, but her next words soothe me.

“It’s yours, Hunter. It’s all yours!” she screams, coming again. She pulls me over the edge with her, and the nails biting into my back only make me harder. My cum rockets inside of her, and I hiss as her nails draw blood.

I love it. I love how wild she gets, but next time, I’m tying her to the fucking bed. That thought makes my cock, which had just emptied inside of her with one of the best fucking orgasms I ever had, already begin to harden again.

It’s going to be a long night.





“Fuck,” I whisper. “What just happened?”

Torch is behind me, his arm thrown around my waist. He tries to pull me further against him, even if that’s not physically possible. He kisses the side of my neck, moving up to my ear before kissing the shell. “You just gave yourself to me,” he says, and the combination of his beard raking against my sensitive neck and his warm breath tries to bring my body back to life.

“We need to clarify that,” I tell him, but I don’t sound confident. Instead, my words end in a moan as his teeth rake against my shoulder and he bites me gently, lovingly.

Jesus. I like everything he does to me.

“Okay. I’ll clarify,” he says. “You gave me your body. I’m taking it. I’m taking it as often and in any way I want. There. We’ve clarified.”

“That’s a little wide-open for my tastes,” I reply. “Especially considering our circumstances and, well, your past proclivities.”

“Proclivities?”

I look over my shoulder at him to find his smiling face, his hair sexily tousled, and his eyes shining with something new, something different. I don’t know what, but it’s a damned good look on him.

“Hello? Man-whore, anyone?”

“Katie! I’m hurt,” he says, but his tone says otherwise. “Besides, sweetness, considering the way we met…”

“And what are you saying?” I ask flopping over on my back, suddenly defensive.

“Throwing stones, glass houses,” he says, still not aware he’s upset me. Instead, he pulls the sheet down, exposing my boob.

I pull it back up. “Oh, please. I couldn’t hold a candle to the number of women on your bedpost.”

“Are we comparing bedposts? Because I’d rather tie you to them instead,” he complains, going back to kissing my neck, which feels amazing. Annoying, but amazing.

“Freak,” I tease him, trying to remember why I’m upset.

“Oh, you have no idea, but you soon will.” He climbs on top of me.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

“Too late.”

“I’m serious, Torch. We can’t forget the elephant in the room here.”

He’s placing kisses on my neck and shoulders, working his way down under the covers to my breasts. The feel of his lips and tongue on my body nearly makes me orgasm right there on the spot.