“More than,” I manage to say, and swivel my hips. “Don’t stop. I want you to fuck me.”
“Fucking hell.” Shadow grips my hips, tilts them higher, and begins to move. Slow at first, his hips rolling against mine in a rhythm that has me seeing stars. Each thrust goes deeper than the last, hitting places inside me that has my toes curling.
“So fucking perfect,” he growls against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “Made for me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, taking him impossibly deeper. The sensation is overwhelming, consuming, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending alive and singing.
“Tyler, oh God, it feels so good,” I pant, holding on, clawing at his shoulders, sinking my nails into his skin.
The pressure building inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Every thrust pushes me higher, closer to the edge of something magnificent. My body tightens around him, drawing him deeper.
“That’s it, baby,” Shadow growls, his pace increasing as his hips slam against mine as he bottoms out inside me with each powerful thrust. “Let go for me.”
“Tyler . . .” I cry out his name. Unable to speak further as my release crashes over me with such force, I don’t know where I begin and Shadow ends with the intensity of the powerful pulses racking my body. My back arches off the bed as my body quivers and convulses around him.
Shadow doesn’t slow down as he drives in harder, faster. His rhythm becoming nearly punishing.
“Fuck, Della. Your pussy is so damn tight. So fucking good.” His thrusts becoming erratic.
I feel his cock start to swell inside me, his body tensing above mine as he finds his release. Shadow’s deep groan echoes in my ear as he comes, coating the walls of my pussy with every ounce of his release, his hips pressed flush against mine. The weight of him collapses onto me, his breathing ragged against my neck, tickling my flushed skin.
For a moment, we lie there, tangled in each other, our hearts racing in sync with one another’s. His skin is slick with sweat, as is mine, and I’ve never felt more complete in my life.
“Fuck, little mouse,” Shadow finally says, lifting his head to look at me. His eyes are soft now, the intensity from earlier replaced with something that makes my heart stutter. “That was?—”
“Amazing,” I finish for him, running my fingers along his shoulders and the back of his neck, still holding on for dear life.
Shadow chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. “Yeah, amazing doesn’t even begin to cover what we just did, baby.”
I give Shadow a tired yet knowing smile because he’s right. Amazing doesn’t cover what I just experienced in his arms. I don’t think there’s a word that could ever describe what being in his arms makes me feel.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Shadow
The morning sun shines through the sheer curtains, filling my room. Usually I’d curse myself for not having bought darker ones, but right now, about to see Della’s bare flesh in the bright early light, I’ve got not one issue with it.
Last night, after we finished round one, I held her to me, the two of us talking for a while before I took her for a second time, this time getting my fill of eating her pussy and loving every second of her squirming from my touch. She’d gone wild for me in a way I know I’ll never get bored with.
When it comes to Della, there’s nothing about her that I would ever grow tired of.
Della Meadows is everything I could’ve asked for in a woman. Sweet and shy. Fierce and protective. Not to mention the sass on her gets my dick hard faster than I thought possible. I love her attitude and the fact she doesn’t take shit from anyone.
Thinking about how she went up against Deputy Norton yesterday fills me with a sense of pride I didn’t think I’d ever feel. Granted, I don’t know what kind of blowback will come from what happened, but I knew my brothers would have her back for what she’d done.
My woman stirs in my arms, and my cock takes notice of how her body feels against mine.
Her sleepy eyes flutter open, her head tips back ever so slightly to meet my gaze, and she gives me a small smile that hits me straight in the chest. It’s a feeling I’m getting used to still, though it only ever happens when she’s around me.
“Mornin’,” she murmurs, her voice raspy from sleep and last night’s activities.
I lift my head off the pillow, tilt my head down, and press my lips to hers, wanting her mouth first thing. “Morning, little mouse.”
My hand travels down her side, feeling the curve of her hip. Della cocks her hip higher, making the sheet slip down, exposing her breasts, and I take a moment to appreciate the view.
“You’re staring,” she says, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
“Damn right I am.” I trace a finger up along her collarbone, then back down. “Got the prettiest woman in the world in my bed. No way in hell, I’m not looking my fill of her.”
