Chapter 60
Chapter Sixty
Evan’s rough hands bind my wrists, causing a wave of heat to pulse out of the spot and rush down my arms, electrifying my nipples. But it doesn’t stop there. It builds and builds and curls in my stomach until the empty ache in my core makes me shake against him.
The kind of need I feel for him frightens me.
I close my eyes as the emotions well up, tightening my throat.
“Look at me, beautiful, I need your eyes on me.”
“I… I can’t.”
He kisses me again. When he shifts above me, one of his hands drops from my wrist, but he captures them both with his other hand and keeps them pinned to the bed.
I startle when he brushes his fingers lightly against my jaw, then he tips my chin up. “Look at me.”
I take a breath. Force myself to look, even though I don’t know if my heart can take it right now.
Everything inside me stills.
Novels could be written from the depth of Evan’s expression.
He licks his lips, voice rough, he asks, “You good?”
I shake my head. “I’m… really emotional.”
He clears his throat. “Me too.”
I’m trembling when he leans over and kisses me again. It’s a tender, possessive kiss.
The overwhelming emotions morph into something new. Something tangible between us.
“You’re so strong.” He breathes the words against my ear. “So perfect.”
When his warm hand slides below the shirt and frames my ribs, his voice lowers. “So mine.”
He pushes the shirt up and bares my body. When he kisses my collarbone, I moan.
The nip of his teeth makes me shudder.
“Beautiful,” he whispers brokenly against my skin causing the spot to prick with heat.
I’m moving restlessly now below him, pulling him against me with my legs.
“Don’t move your hands.”
I growl at him and he laughs. He grabs my bare hip, his fingers biting into my flesh. “Keep your hands above your head.”
Shoving the shirt I’m wearing further, up over my head and onto my arms, he sits back and looks down at me.
His gaze is intense. The pulse in his neck is wild.
Then he looks me dead in the eyes.
This is love.
Oh god.
I’m never going to be the same.
He throws off his shirt and rips open his jeans.
Two seconds later he’s naked. Completely.
Some kind of ninja trick is the only way I can explain how he got rid of his cargo pants and boots so fast.
Give this man a gold medal for Olympic undressing.
When he shoves my legs wide with his thighs, I almost levitate off the bed. But a strong, rough hand plants in the center of my chest keeping me from flying away.
My attention snags on his sculpted abs before I let myself look at his jutting erection. Seeing him always makes my throat go dry.
Fisting his cock in his hand, Evan stares at my pussy and makes a toe-curling, growly sound in his chest.
He wasn’t lying. He’s an animal right now. It drives me wild. I’m amazed my ribs contain my heart.
My voice long ago vanished, but I want to tell him how perfect he is.
All of those beautiful muscles in his arms and chest flex when he leans over me. Heat swirls along my nipples, up my neck, makes my mouth open to draw in raspy breaths.
When the crown of his cock brushes my clit, hot and hard. I scream.
He makes a satisfied sound and moves closer.
A hint of a grin appears then vanishes as he rubs that hot wide head against my opening. His breathing speeds as he looks down at the place where the tip of his erection meets my wet, aching pussy.
I roll my hips, dying to feel him deep inside.
The hand on my chest moves to my hair, his fingers curling against my skull, then with an animalistic sound he shoves his gigantic dick past my opening.
My breath rushes out. A deep contraction hits my pussy. I’m already so close and he hasn’t even moved.
He’s not even a quarter the way inside me.
I’m going to shatter…
Soon.
The cords on his neck tighten. His voice is low and rough. “Fuck, I love how tight you are. Made for me, beautiful. Made for loving me.”
Then he drives in deep. His growl grows and darkens. “That’s my girl.”
I forget all about the order to keep my arms above my head. I slam my hands to his thighs, digging my nails in, and hang on desperately as he begins to drive into me. Fucking me with all of his power.
Hard thrusts.
Just where I need them.
Just how I need them.
Evan knows he’s chasing away all the bad memories.
Only him.
Only me.
I lose myself quickly. Something I’ve never felt before happens. A long wave of pleasure takes over, so ethereal…so intense that I swear I’m floating out of my body.
This doesn’t even classify as an orgasm. It’s far beyond that.
He stops thrusting and puts his hand on the place we’re joined. “Oh god. You’re soaking me, baby. Fuck yeah.”
Every raspy word he utters ratchets up the intensity of the sensations.
I’m floating there at the peak, deliriously panting one second, unable to breathe the next.
Heart palpating, my eyes fix on him as I lose all control.
Oh. Yes. Yes… YesYesYes.
My body begins to buck wildly, while he holds rigidly still. His hand tightening in my hair, his cock throbbing inside of me as I fall into the beautiful wild bliss.
Eyes wide open.
Heart wide open and his.
He follows me with a guttural howl, a jerk of his powerful body and a stream of filthy, loving praise that might make me blush later.
Much later.