Merciless Love: A Dark Romance(59)

Would I ever truly love and trust Evan Cole? Or was his new need to possess and pleasure just one more part of the infinite fire surrounding him, the high black flames always threatening to turn me to ash?

He was coming up again. I gingerly ran my fingers through his short sweaty hair. It was hard to get my coordination back after what he'd done to me.

His shirt was off, exposing his perfect chest. Muscular hands flexed, moving down his abs and stopping at his jeans. In one quick jerk, he popped his button and slid down the zipper, then grabbed the sides and slid them down his legs.

“Oh my God!”

No underwear. His magnificent cock popped right out, horny and angry as before. He looked at me and grinned, wrapping one hand around his length, the first real smile I'd ever seen on his lips. And it was just as hungry as the shaft pulsing in his fist.

“I could tell you how I'm gonna own you a hundred times. But words don't got shit on actually doing it. You ready to give it up and have me deep inside you, baby girl?” He crawled toward me, spread his arms on each side of my head.

Too stunned to speak, I could only marvel at the sleek ridges of his hard body. His tattooed slab of a chest rippled above me, and his rough hips locked between my soft thighs. He rolled them, and his cock worked through my pubic hair, wedging itself there.

I almost died. My breathing began to match the heavy rise and fall of his, hot and heavy, a fever in our lungs.

I met his eyes and fought for my words. “Do it. Take what's yours.”

Evan didn't need to be asked twice. His lips peeled back, framing the small white pocket of his teeth.

“Hold on to me, babe. It's gonna take some getting used to and then it'll be perfect. Promise. I'm gonna make your pussy scream on this dick...”

He shifted lower, aiming his thickness at my entrance. The next push came fast. I barely had time to steady my legs around him, tentatively clinging to his neck. One thrust, and he was inside me, stripping away the last little remnants of my tattered girlhood.

So. Fucking. Deep!

I was shocked at how easily my body drew him in, only tingling and stinging a little as tender flesh rearranged itself. He did it fast, sinking to my depths, stopping when he reached the end of my womb.

I hoped the patch they'd put me on would do its job. I was ready for him, but not for a baby, no matter how much my vicious natural instincts begged for his seed.

Evan snorted, pleasure filling his breath. He rolled his hips back and forth, picking up speed as he worked into me, opening me up with his cock.

When he thrust in, he grazed my clit, making me feel his fullness. I hadn't expected to get over the numb heat so quickly. My flesh, the whore, knew what she wanted. A deeper pleasure than anything I'd ever felt sparked in my brain, fierier than the sharp, sweet release his tongue had given me.

The bed rocked beneath us. My limbs bundled around him tighter, pulling me into him as he enveloped himself in my wet hot velvet. Evan groaned, cursing as he picked up steam.

“Fucking shit. Such a tight pussy, babe. Tighter and hotter than anything I felt since –“ He drew in a harsh breath. “Fuck! You're goddamned beautiful, inside and out.”

He lifted me up higher, thrusting harder and deeper. I was so lost in pleasure I couldn't get too stuck on his words. My sex was in the groove, delighting in his friction, the way he cut through me and filled me so full.

But it wasn't just his cock. Salacious pleasure ripped through in greater waves with every jerk of his hips. Below us, the bed creaked loudly, snapping in time to our moaning, groaning bliss.

I didn't understand how fast and hard and strong he could fuck, but he was showing me. Ignorance melted in every stroke.

Pleasure didn't lie. It tightened its hold around me, owning my clit, seizing all my nerves.

I tried to hold onto him, digging my nails into his shoulder, gasping for sweet air. He pummeled me into the mattress, a frenzied pace that should've hurt if we weren't so carried away. I couldn't think about pain or stopping or anything that would take me a step away from the brink.

“Come on this cock, babe,” he growled. “Milk my fucking nuts dry. Need to lose myself inside you. Make me lose my fucking mind.”

Was I making those short shrill noises? I purred and growled softly, stabbing my ankles into his muscles until my legs burned, a few more thrusts away from –

Oh, God! Oh, fuck!

“Evan!” It hurt like hell to say his name, but it hurt damned good.

I craned my neck, tilting my head completely upside down. The shrill squeaks and groans faded. Everything curled up inside me in a brutal tremor, the whole world imploding on itself. Orgasmic rapture rushing like rapids, carrying me away in ecstasy, into his strength and fury.

I came, screaming and bucking my hips, gushing on his cock. Evan grunted louder, slamming his hips into me. He was fucking so fast and hard his balls slapped the tender edge of my ass.