I suck one breast into my mouth, savouring the spill of her sharp sigh before I move to the other. She’s so wet, she’s soaked through the fabric of her panties, through my boxers to wet the tip of my throbbing dick.
She moans my name, “Briggs.”
I slide her nipple between my teeth. She shudders in my arms.
I taunt, “What do you need, Lilah?”
“Mmm you,” she pants. “Please. Please, please.”
She’s rocking her hips faster over me now, seeking relief. Release.
I don’t need her to ask me twice. Pushing my hand between our bodies, I shove my boxers down to free my length. Then I shove her panties to the side and line myself up to her entrance. Her thighs quiveraround me as I pull her hips down over my length, watching the way her face changes as I fill her for the first time. But it won’t be the last time.
Her lips part and her eyes widen as I stretch her, filling her inch by inch. “Oh. Oh, God.” She pants. “Briggs it’s—big.”
“Yeah, baby.” I press my lips to hers, soothing her as I shift her hips off, giving her relief before I pull her back down further.
She’s so wet. So hot.
I sink deeper and deeper, thrusting up as she widens her legs around me. I root myself deep, holding her to me as she cries out into my shoulder. I stay there unmoving as her body adjusts to the invasion of mine.
I feel the moment it happens. The moment pain turns into pleasure. I let her ride it, let her hips take a choppy rhythm as I grip her hips.
But when her lips search for and find mine, something inside me snaps.
I kiss her hard as I thrust up into her, pinning her hips in place with my hands. I swallow the sound of her cries as I invade again and again, rooting deep over and over. I want to be deeper than any before me. I want to burn the memory of them from her with the scorch of my touch.
I want to make her come apart. I want to feel her shatter around me so I can reconstruct all the pieces with fragments of me stitched in. I don’t know if it’s obsession or love, but I ache to fuse myself to thiswoman so completely that she doesn’t want this to be over. Not in a year. Not in ten years.
I want her forever and for real.
I push my hand between us again as she continues to ride my thrusts, her forehead pressed to mine, breaths mingling with mine. I find her clit with the pad of my thumb, rolling the button of it until I feel her thighs tremble, her insides quake. I quicken my thrusts. Every inch of her tightens. Trembles.
She shatters and I root myself deep, spilling hot seed inside her as I clutch her to me.
We come down from the high together and I feel a moment of fear that she’s going to pull away. That I’ll see regret in her eyes.
Then her lips skate over mine in a kiss sweeter than honey. It’s featherlight, but nothing has ever touched my soul so deeply, so thoroughly as this kiss.
I grow hard inside her, surprising myself.
Her hitched breath of shock only makes me smile. She breathes, “Already?”
“I’m not even close to done with you.” I lay her back on the bed, slipping from inside her. Then I peel her panties down her legs as another crack of thunder claps through the strike of lightning in the sky.
Then I line my tip with her entrance where my seed spills, shoving it back inside her as I take her again. And again.
34
TEMPT THE BEAST
LILAH
Islept with my fake to-be husband. And then I did it again and again all night long. Now I’m standing in a pretty room in a white dress. I can hear the clucking of Mom, Shana, Tara, and Madelyn on the other side of the curtain. I’ve tried on three dresses, three duds. Fourth time is the charm.
There’s a lump in my throat as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. The dress is elegant lace with a gently flowing skirt. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted from my wedding dress.
I ache now at the thought of marrying the man. I’ve been aching since I slept with him. There’s a sore heaviness in my heart, because I know this isn’t real and lasting like a marriage should be. I know he won’t give me that forever after I so desperately want.
