The Bride Tournament (Hexed Hearts Book 1)(60)

He bent between her legs and took her center with his mouth as a drowning man inhaled air. It only took moments before she was at her peak. She tugged at his wayward locks, to pull him back, to bring him up to her mouth. But he didn’t stop.

“Not done,” he growled into the crease where thigh met hip. “Tastes like heaven.”

The flat of his tongue pressed into the bundle of nerves at her center as his thick finger slid into her slick sheath. Her eyes rolled back in her head. He increased the tempo.

She came on a scream as he pounded his fingers into her, mimicking sex.

Finally, he quit lapping at her flesh. He climbed her body and tugged her shift off at the same time. Her hands whisked down his torso and undid the ties at his waist.

“Your turn.”

Gerard froze as her fingers wrapped around his manhood. A drop of liquid seeped against her palm. He shook his head, clearly enjoying the tug of her hands.

“Got to make this good for you,” he gritted through clenched teeth.

She grinned. Her big, strong man stood no chance against her. A thrum of heady power buzzed in her veins. Womanhood had its perks.

He flipped their position.

She squealed and found herself draped over his chest.

“Lean over me, love. Yeah, that’s it, raise yourself with your thighs. Good woman.” His hazel eyes rolled back in his head.

She couldn’t hold herself like that. Already her body hummed in anticipation.

“I can’t.”

Strong hands gripped her hips and held her steady. Her eyes crossed. Every single muscle in his chest flexed. Each. Mouthwatering. Indentation.

Her desire hurt now, drawn as tight as a bow.

“You ready?”

She jerked her chin in a nod, eyes staring at the space where their bodies pulsed, a breath from joining. A whisper of air apart.

Gerard pulled her down and lunged upward.

It wasn’t tender. It wasn’t sweet. It was primal. Hot. Hard.

She cried out in surprise as the seething length of him pierced her flesh. She’d wondered what this would feel like, when two people shared the most intimate of acts. There was a bit of pain as he flexed inside her. He gave her a moment to collect herself, to relax.

It was suddenly so necessary that she make him do that again. Now. Always. As often as possible.

Thrust.

“Oh, God, I’ve hurt you.” Gerard arched upward and pressed his forehead to hers. “Love, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t…it was too much…oh, love. We can stop. I swear.”

She shook her head.

“Don’t stop.” It hadn’t hurt, not like the way she’d feared. But now it left her aching for something she couldn’t name.

“Don’t stop?” He frowned.

Her breasts quivered as she raised herself to her knees. His flesh slid out of her on a male groan and he clenched his eyes closed. She needed to see him, to have him see her as they shared this.

Her greedy fingers snaked down her body and grasped the base of his shaft. It pulsed hot in her hand. She grinned.

He groaned again. “You’re killing me.”

She placed the tip of him against her center and shimmied her hips.

Hot hands gripped her and stilled her motions. “You sure?” His face drew tight in questioning, eyes alight with desire.

The same desire that soared in her veins. She leaned forward until their torsos touched. The tips of her breasts grazed his chest and drove her wild. She trembled with need.

“Gerard,” she whispered in his ear, “I need more.”

He shoved her down his length with a guttural moan. She moved against his hard abdomen. Tense muscles provided the perfect platform for that overworked bundle of nerves to press against. Rub against.

Dampen her flesh all over again.

He leaned in and sucked a nipple into his sinful mouth. She gasped, head thrown back. Her curls slipped from their intricate hold and tumbled over her shoulder, rasping her other breast, teasing her.

“Gerard…”

“Ellie…,” he whispered back and switched breasts, his other hand coming up to play with the sensitive flesh at the apex of her legs.

“Oh, Ellie, I love you,” he said softly as she twisted restlessly along his shaft.

His words tipped her over the edge.

She flung into another orgasm. Eyes rolled back in her head on a scream which surely shattered windows. Gerard bucked beneath her, hips charging up to spear her. She felt every single spot their bodies merged. Every touch. At the same time. And nothing at all.

She whimpered and he caught the sound with his lips, pressing up into her as she ground down into him. This outdid the pleasure she’d previously found in his arms.

This…this…

She needed more.

***

Her inner muscles squeezed him. Still. Long after she’d orgasmed. As if her body relished the sensation of him buried deep. And refused to let go.

He smiled and thrust his hips up. She felt impossibly wonderful.

Ellie squirmed and tried to push herself into a sitting position. Didn’t work. She slumped back down, a jellied mass of sated woman. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, feeling the generous curve of her hip.

He flipped them, pushed her back into the mattress, and pushed his erection all the way in. To the hilt. Until the backs of her thighs met his pelvis. Ellie twisted and arched her back off the bed, meeting him.