Caged(76)

"I hate that you had to go through that."

"I hate that I even told you. You must think I'm the most pathetic woman on the planet."

"No." He got right in her face. "Fuck no. I . . ." He rested his forehead to hers. "I've had ugliness like that in my life too."

"Will you tell me about it?"

"Someday. Not now. Right now I'm taking you into my bed." He placed a possessive kiss on the spot on her neck that he'd claimed as his. "I'll make all that bullshit disappear."

• • •

WARM woman. Soft, bare flesh nestled against him. Deacon had his hands on Molly, but he needed his mouth on her. Needed to feel her squirming and moaning beneath him. Needed urgency and a reminder of the passion between them.

Last night had been about comfort. About making her mindless and boneless as he made love to her. Wearing her out so she slept without bad dreams and bad memories.

Thankfully she'd slept like a rock, so she hadn't known his restlessness.

He shifted his weight, moving over her, bracketing her hips with his knees. He smiled when she turned, seeking his body heat. Yeah, she liked sleeping naked with him, despite her half-assed protests.

Deacon backed down the mattress until his head was directly above the thin strip of hair covering her mound. Keeping his knees pinning her legs together, he closed his eyes and let her scent be his guide in the darkness as he lowered his head.

She smelled of flowers and sex. He parted her slit with his tongue, tasting her warm musk. She moaned. By the fifth long lap, she'd become aware, if not fully awake. Her hand landed on his head and she tried to spread her legs farther apart.

He stopped long only enough to say, "Hands above your head," and then he buried his mouth in her pussy.

Molly's immediate compliance, her unwavering trust in him . . . He'd never had this before-never wanted it. Now that this lush woman was his for the taking, he'd take her as often as possible.

Deacon zeroed in on her clit, alternating between licking and sucking. Plumping the little nub beneath his lips. Hearing her breath change from the slow, deep rhythm of sleep to fast, short pants of passion.

Her thighs went rigid, but her hips didn't shoot up when she started to come. She gasped softly, eliciting his own growl as he tongued her clit past the first wave. He stayed there, consumed by the need to bring her to orgasm again before he sated his body's needs.



       
         
       
        

"Deacon," she breathed. "Stop."

He shook his head. Within a few short minutes, he proved that stopping would've been a bad idea.

That time she came so hard she released a small scream.

Hard not to feel really fucking cocky about that.

Deacon rubbed his damp mouth between her hip bones, fascinated by how this section of her skin quivered. In the past two weeks he'd spent hours putting his mouth and hands over every inch of her body, memorizing her every reaction.

He was beyond obsessed with her. Last night, after hearing the depth of her suffering at the hands of her family, he'd felt the bonds between them change. No longer a tenuous tie, they'd solidified. He knew she was the one who could anchor him but not weigh him down.

Molly's hand gently stroked his head. She didn't say anything. She just breathed heavily as she touched him with the comfort that made him want to purr and the eroticism that made him want to roar.

Roaring won out.

He pushed onto all fours. Then he pressed his face into her neck and murmured, "Roll over."

"You sure?" Molly arched into him, teasing him, rubbing her chest against his, knowing he was helpless to resist those fantastic tits.

After placing a sucking kiss on the mounded flesh, he said, "I need you hard, babe." Then he turned her onto her belly himself and stretched her arms to the headboard.

Above her, Deacon said, "Lift up, but keep your legs together." He shoved a pillow beneath her hips. Then, balancing on one arm, he gripped his shaft at the base and aimed the head at her wet center.

As her pussy enveloped his cock, he had to grit his teeth against the need to ram into her. Had anything ever felt this damn good?

No.

Once his cock filled her completely, he placed his lips on the nape of her neck, letting his breath and the damp heat of his mouth tease the fine hairs, knowing it drove her wild.

"God, yes. I love how you feel on me. I've never done it this way."

When she said stuff like that, he wanted to beat the hell out of every man who'd failed to be the lover she needed. Then a cocky sense of possession roared through him. He'd give her everything she'd never had and then some.