Unbeautifully (Undeniable, #2)(39)
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She was trying to kill him. She was trying to f*ck him to death.
Or maybe he was already dead and this was heaven, or hell, depending on how you looked at it.
“More,” Danny whimpered, writhing on top of him.
Jesus, he couldn’t. He wasn’t even hard. They’d done nothing but f*ck since they’d gotten to his place.
And now his cock was dead.
“Shh,” he whispered against her mouth, kissing her lips, kissing the corner of her mouth and both her cheeks as he moved her off him and pulled her up against him, her back to his front.
“Please,” she whispered, trying to twist around. “I can’t…I need…”
Ripper bit down on her neck and sucked her soft skin into his mouth. “I’m broken, baby,” he said, licking where he’d bitten.
Moaning, she arched her neck to give him better access, and he kissed his way across her neck and down her shoulder.
Flipping around in his arms, Danny looked up at him, grinning. Her hair was matted with sweat, her face flushed, her blue eyes shining, and he just stared. She was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen, ever touched, felt, kissed. She was the most perfect thing he’d ever known.
Pulling her over top of him, he buried his face in her neck and squeezed her tight. Fuck, he hadn’t felt like this in…
Fuck him, he’d never felt like this.
She shrieked as he flipped her off him and onto her back.
“Baby,” he said, smiling, climbing over top of her, straddling her hips. “I’m dead.”
Threading her hands through his hair, she pulled his face down to hers. “You’re not,” she whispered.
“Get some sleep,” he said softly, rolling off her and pulling the covers up to her chin.
“Just once more,” she whispered, kicking the covers off her and reaching for him. “Please…”
“Fuck, Danny, no,” he muttered, even as his spent body responded to her touch.
Unwittingly he found himself rolling her over, sliding down her body and spreading her legs wide open. Looking his fill, his head dipped forward and he gave her a long, slow lick, wetting her further. Then shoving himself back up, he positioned himself, gripped her thighs and, exhausted and sore, surged inside her.
“Hurts,” she murmured, her eyelids fluttering.
Yeah, it did. He was so damn sore and yet…
“Harder,” she whispered.
He complied; she both whimpered and moaned.
“Faster,” she demanded.
Harder…faster…harder…
Sweat beaded on his forehead and his muscles burned, his breath raw. But he didn’t give a f*ck. The only thing he gave a f*ck about was beneath him, gripping his sheets, breathing in small ragged hiccups and staring up at him with a beautiful pair of wide, unfocused blue eyes.
“I wanna rip you the f*ck open,” he said, breathing harder as his thrusts became brutal. “I want all of me inside all of you, not just my f*ckin’ cock, baby, but all of me. All of you.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I want all of you.”
Christ. Yeah, she did. Danny wanted him bad, so bad he could f*cking feel it, feel her need all around him, cloaking him from his living hell and comforting him in her soft and silken, pure f*cking sweetness.
He couldn’t lose her.
The wayward thought horrified him.
Losing her would end him.
A man like him, a girl like her… Ripper knew there would be no going back for him. Not after her. He’d hit the f*cking jackpot and no bitch that came in her wake would ever measure up.
Determined to keep her, to make her irrevocably his, he f*cked her with everything he had left inside of him.
But he couldn’t get deep enough, he couldn’t f*ck her fast enough, hard enough…nothing he did seemed to be enough.
He was still trying when the sun set again; no longer capable of an erection, he was still trying. Trying to leave a piece of himself behind, one that couldn’t be erased, one that would stay with her always, one that would make it so Danny was forever his. Only his.
Jesus…he loved her.
She’d said it already. More than a few times, most of which he’d doubted she’d even been aware of, faulting delirium from exhaustion and tear-inducing orgasms. But then there had been the other times where she’d been looking right at him, her eyes clear, her voice strong.
He hadn’t known what to do. It wasn’t the first time a bitch had told him she loved him, but it was the first time he’d wanted to say it back.
Only…
It had all happened so quickly and was still so confusing.
They barely knew each other.
Only…
It didn’t feel that way. He suddenly couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t been staring into those beautiful icy blue eyes and not feeling completely at peace. Or maybe he just didn’t want to remember anything before her because nothing before her was worth remembering.
Gripping her face, Ripper forced her to look at him.
“I love you,” he rasped then froze, waiting for the nauseating regret to wash over him.
When it didn’t, when he only continued to look down at her, feeling nothing but a peaceful exhaustion, the kind only garnered from an entire day spent inside of a beautiful woman, his woman, he knew it was true. Erik Jacobs had finally fallen for a woman. And he’d fallen motherf*cking fast and hard.