Soulless (Lawless #2)(39)

The thrumming of my erratically beating heart and the sounds of us coming together filled the silent space. The creak of the bed springs. The smack of our lips. His boots falling to the ground.

His zipper.

Bear grabbed onto the waistband of my shorts, yanking them down to my feet, tossing them over Tretch’s body, which laid across the open doorway. He pulled off my panties with one hand and crawled on top of me, pushing his jeans down over his ass until I could feel him. Large, hot, hard, pressed right up against my core. I closed my eyes and moaned, the contact too much and yet nowhere near enough.

I needed more.

So much more.

I reached for the hem of my shirt and Bear lifted up off of me, just enough to allow me to pull it off and chuck it to the side.

Then we were skin to skin.

My softness against his hardness.

Tortured soul against tortured soul.

The feeling of him between my legs, his weight on top of me, the need for him to be inside of me had me shamelessly spreading my legs as wide as they could go, inviting him into the place I needed him most.

Bear kissed the spot where my neck met my shoulder, over the bite mark he’d made the night before and I saw stars. Maybe I was dying again. Except this was a death I wouldn’t fight. This was a death I’d go to gladly.

Bear’s tongue licking behind my ear, sucking at my skin, kissing, teasing. His hands kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples. I grabbed on to the globes of his glorious ass, pressing him in closer, needing him to close the torturous gap between us.

“You were made for me,” Bear said before his lips met mine, and I was lost in the sensation of his tongue dancing with mine. Tangling with one another.

He groaned and I lifted my hips, again searching for more.

Begging.

A few minutes earlier I’d thought I was dead, and now I’d never felt so alive.

Bear rocked against me, running his hard length through my wetness, and I relentlessly ground against him like I couldn’t get enough.

Because I couldn’t.

I didn’t want to.

Not then.

Not ever.

I didn’t care about the corpse in the corner or the blood on the floor. Both old and new.

All I cared about was Bear.

He reached between us and ran his fingers over my clit. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t even that nice. He was downright rude to it. Pushing hard and circling it like he was punishing it. Punishing me.

“You want me, baby?” he asked, pulling back and searching my eyes. “You want this?”

I reached out and brushed away the hair that had fallen into his face. I knew he wasn’t just asking if I wanted his cock, he was asking if I wanted this life.

“Fuck me,” I said, answering his question in a language I knew Bear was fluent in.

He didn’t need anything more than those words because he grabbed the base of his shaft and lined it up with my entrance, pushing inside of me like he was answering a question I’d never asked. He was hot and hard and every inch of access he gained made me only want more of him.

All of him.

When Bear met resistance, it was like all of his resistance fell apart. He groaned. “I love how f*cking tight you are. I love how I have to fight your f*cking * to push my cock all the way inside you.”

He pushed in again and again until he was so far inside of me, body, heart, and soul, that I was almost afraid of how deep our connection was. It was about more than sex. It was about us, and we were a lot like our sex in a way. It hurt. It felt amazing.

I never wanted it to end.

Bear pushed my knees apart, spreading me as far as I could go, opening me up as much as I could give him. He thrust wildly. “Look at me, baby. I want you to look at me when you f*cking come,” he ordered. His voice was strained, his hair falling into his face all over again. The muscles in his forearms and shoulders flexing as he held himself over me, bracing himself on the mattress with both elbows beside my head.

I glanced over his shoulder as the pressure started to build, catching our reflection in the mirror above the dresser. Bear’s body blocked most of mine except my legs, which I lifted up and wrapped around his waist. The muscles in his back were taut and straining. His colorful tattoos looked as if they were dancing as he f*cked and f*cked me.

And f*cked me some more.

I watched us in the mirror as the pressure in my lower stomach tightened. With each push in and pull out, Bear touched a spot inside of me that had my mouth falling open and my entire body clenching around his relentless and massive cock.

Faster and faster.

Harder and harder.

Oh my god and holy shit.

My * clenched around him. I was close. So very close. I lifted my hips to grant him as much access as possible. “Aaaahhhh,” he groaned, “I f*cking love it when you do that,” he said, his forehead beading with sweat. I lifted my head off the mattress and lightly bit his nipple. My neck injury, although still there, temporarily forgotten as the pleasure portion of my brain temporarily sent the pain portion packing.

“Fuck, Ti.” Bear thrust harder, angling himself so that his shaft rubbed against my clit with every stroke of his cock. I closed my eyes, about to be taken over the edge. About to come.

“OPEN,” Bear ordered again. He grabbed my face, forcing me to look into the deep dark pools of blue.

He thrust once, twice, three more times until I was coming so hard, I felt it all the way in my toes. Over and over again I pulsed around him in waves of pure pleasure, which set him off because he gripped the backs of my thighs, and with our eyes open, his nose touching mine, staring into each others souls, Bear came.