Ruthless Hold (Back Down Devil MC #9)(57)

Soon Eden was bouncing her ass up and down on the counter, groaning with each thrust of Trev’s fingers and flicker of his tongue. He let her go like that, loving the touch, the taste, the sound of it all. He felt her starting to reach her peak and that’s when he stopped. He put his hand to her inner thigh and opened his mouth wide, tasting all of her at once. His mouth attached to her, tongue still racing up and down. From there he began to write her a love letter, the tip of his tongue the pen, her wetness the ink. Touching her throbbing entrance to her folds to her clit and right back down, Trev brought Eden to climax.

Her ass was off the counter, her head back. She let out a scream as her body jerked. Trev’s reward was a sweet, warm gush, which he accepted, never tasting anything so good in his life.

He worked Eden’s body back down to the counter. She then closed her legs as she shivered, her hands clawing at his arms.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “Fuck, Trev…”

Trev then turned Eden to her side and he scooped her up.

She was beautiful naked, the best thing he’d ever seen. Her hands clasped behind his neck. Each step he took, her tits bounced. But it was her eyes that got to him the most, again.

“I f*cking love you,” she said. “No matter what happens, I’ll forever love you.”

“We will have the rest of our lives to love each other,” Trev said.

Then Eden surprised Trev by kissing him. Her taste was still fresh on his tongue.

All that did was make him harder, his cock pressing impossibly hard against the leg of his jeans.

He walked to the bedroom and kicked the door open.

Trev froze for a second as he and Eden stared at each other again.

She gently touched his face.

They didn’t need words…

Come back to me, Trev.

I swear, beautiful, I will. I’ll f*cking fight and kill my way back to you.

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twenty-three.



Eden dug her nails into Trev’s back. She held tight as he f*cked her, his amazing cock filling her over and over with each powerful thrust of his outlaw body. She clung to him not only because it felt good but because somewhere in her mind she thought if she could hold onto him tight enough he wouldn’t have to go.

Trev’s mouth pulled away from her right breast and he kissed so softly up her chest. He pounded into her to his hilt and held there, simply bucking his hips, making sure there was no space spared in Eden’s body. She had already lost count of how many times she came.

Trev’s tongue tasted her skin right to her lips. He let his lips touch her but he didn’t kiss her. Instead, he pulled back - his hips like slingshot loading up - and he pounded forward. The thrust made Eden scream. Trev repeated the same motion, slowly pulling from her and then thrusting forward with all his strength. Each time he did it, their lips touched, flirted, but they never once kissed.

It was maybe the hottest thing Eden ever experienced.

Back and forth like that, feeling Trev’s body, having his breath spread across her lips and face, the grunts he made when he f*cked her.

As soon as Trev started to speed up again, Eden knew he was closing in on finishing. He put his hands to the bed and lifted up, bucking his hips harder and faster. He lasted just a few more precious seconds before he thrust and started to come.

That wild sensation of him spilling into her sent Eden crashing over the edge again. She lost her breath and arched her back, feeling Trev inside her, pulsing again and again.

He started to f*ck her again, moving back and forth.

When Eden looked at him, she was out of breath. But the look in his eyes was something different. Love, passion, lust, violence. She couldn’t figure out what it really was.

Slowly, Eden moved her hands and touched Trev’s face.

They stared at each other as Trev kept moving. Pumping himself back and forth. Eden waited for him to stop, to be finished. But that didn’t happen. Instead, she felt Trev start to really get hard again.

She let out a gasp and bit her lip.

They weren’t done yet.

*

Eden slid her hands along the shower tile as she forced herself to stand up. Trev was behind her, still grunting. She felt the wicked mess between her legs and couldn’t believe they had gone three times without stopping. When the room became too hot and the sheets were too sweaty, Trev carried her to the shower.

As Eden turned, trying to find the right words to say, she saw Trev with a washcloth and soap. He lathered the washcloth up and gently touched her neck.

“Let me,” he whispered.

Eden shuddered and felt her body aching for more. But she couldn’t take anymore. She needed a break.

Trev ran the washcloth down her body, slowly over each of her breasts, and then down. He crouched and washed her legs. One at a time, he lifted each of her feet and washed them. Trev then turned Eden around. Her ass was right there in his face. The washcloth touched there next. She felt herself jump and flex.

“Easy,” he said. “I think we’re good for now.”

He planted a kiss to her bare ass cheek and then ran the washcloth up her back.

Trev stood up and stood right behind Eden, their bodies touching, the soap getting sudsy between them. As he ran the washcloth down her right arm, Eden put her head back and took deep breaths, still trying to calm her heart. He repeated the motion with her left arm and then put the washcloth into her hand.