Savage Love (Back Down Devil MC #7)(24)

Ella broke the kiss, giving herself a chance to end everything. She could put her hands to Miller’s chest and push him away. She could tell him something, anything, just some bullshit words to stop this.

As Ella slid her hands to Miller’s chest, her lips quivered with a hunger for more of his mouth. More of his touch. More of everything that was so wrong and bad about Miller that made him suddenly seem so damn right.

She had her hands right there, right at his chest, ready to push away.

This can’t happen. It. Can’t. Fucking. Happen.

Ella felt her hands squeeze, not push. She then caught herself nodding, giving Miller the go ahead for everything.

One thing Ella knew all too well was that when you gave Miller the chance, he was going to take it. And there would be no stopping him.

Miller’s lips crashed to her neck.

“Oh, shit,” Ella groaned, feeling his rough touch to her soft neck.

His hands went right for the bottom of her shirt, lifting. Those big paws of his cupped over her breasts, but only for a moment. He wanted her damn shirt off.

Yes, sir.

Ella felt her shirt lift up and over her head. Miller threw it to the floor and went right for her bra next. He moved fast and with precision, as if he knew there was a time limit on this wild scene.

When her breasts became exposed, Ella felt very vulnerable. Her chest hadn’t been an object of view or pleasure in a long time. It had been solely for nourishing her son.

But Miller destroyed all that.

His hands touched her bare breasts, cupping, squeezing.

“Fuck, darling,” Miller whispered. His lips flirted with her neck. Kissing. His tongue flickering. “I’ve always loved your tits. They’re beautiful.”

Ella put a hand to the back of Miller’s head. She pulled at him, wanting him to taste her.

“Yes,” she purred. “Please, f*ck, yes.”

Miller kissed down her neck to her chest. Ella looked down, shuddering, seeing the outlaw’s lips creeping closer to her breasts. Suddenly she was afraid that something would happen.

What if I… leak…?

Before she could say a word, Miller was there. His mouth moving over her breast, taking it into her mouth, sucking at her. The tip of his tongue cut up and down like a beautiful razor, sending pulses of intense pleasure down between her thighs. She pulsed, wetness racing to her sex, making her heels dig at the bathroom counter, pulling, wanting Miller to f*ck her.

As he sucked and kissed, his other hand kneaded at her other breast. Ella put her head back and groaned, losing herself. Miller’s mouth pulled away with a wet pop sound. He kissed up and over, switching to her other breast. It just felt so f*cking good. So f*cking right.

Then Ella looked down as Miller pulled away again. Their eyes met and something happened. Something clicked.

This is wrong. This is bad. This…

Miller slid his hands to her shoulders and pulled her off the bathroom sink.

Miller kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Hurry.”

Ella listened, going to work.

This wasn’t the time for foreplay, digging up memories, and fooling around. This was straight up emotions and the need to f*ck.

Ella sent her hands climbing up Miller’s shirt. He took off his leather cut and allowed Ella to take his shirt off. One of her hands quickly grabbed at his belt buckle, opening it. Both hands shook as she tugged at his jeans, opening them, unzipping them. Her hand moved into Miller’s jeans, easily finding his cock. Her fingers trailed the thick length and her knees started to buckle.

That’s when Miller pulled at Ella, lifting her, turning. She gasped as he opened the door and carried her out of the bathroom. For a brief second, Ella looked and saw that Beck was still sleeping. That mother instinct would never go away, no matter what.

“He’s fine,” Miller whispered. “Focus on yourself, darling.”

Miller put Ella on the floor and then turned her around. One of his hands touched the top of her back, sending shivers down her spine. She tingled everywhere, her toes curling. She had no idea what to expect right now.

With his other hand, Miller reached around and opened Ella’s pants. Moving with the masterful touch she had always longed for, Miller stripped her pants and panties down to her knees. His hand then cupped at her bare ass, squeezing as he groaned.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Right now.”

His fingers slid down and around, grazing her bare *. Ella jumped and gasped, quickly biting at her lip to keep from screaming out. Two fingers plunged into her body, sending a wild storm of fire through her lower belly. She reached for the bed, bending over, her body’s needs taking control.

Miller was behind her, hands at her hips, tugging at her. She felt him touch her, his thick and intense cock pressing to her tender center. Miller ran his hands up to her sides. He squeezed tight, holding her in place. He added more pressure, forcing her body open, the way she had been dreaming about for years. To break her open, tear down her walls, make her feel beautiful like she had felt before.

When Miller entered her, Ella opened her mouth but knew she couldn’t scream. She felt his powerful leg muscles touch the back of her legs as he guided himself deeper, inch by impressive inch, going right to the hilt of his cock. Then he just held there, leaving Ella completely full. Both hands inched up her body. His right hand up to her shoulder. His left hand moving around to her breast.