Undead Or Alive (Bad Things #3)(50)

She laughed. She moaned. She arched up against him.

His hand trailed lower. Over the gentle curve of her stomach. Every single inch. He wanted to touch her everywhere.

And he would.

He could.

He kissed his way down her stomach, following the path that his hands had taken, and then he was stroking her thighs. She gasped and he knew she liked his touch.

His body trembled. His cock was fully erect and jerking toward her, but he wasn’t done. There was so much more to touch.

He pushed her legs apart. Trailed his fingers up her thighs. Then he was touching her core. Sliding his fingers into her, feeling every single flex of her body around him. He withdrew his fingers, then thrust deep.

Her hips surged toward him.

She was wet and she was hot, and she was so tight. He was touching heaven, and he never wanted to stop.

He stroked her, moving his fingers faster and deeper. Pressing his thumb to her clit. Pushing the pleasure on her again and again and again.

She came…she came from his touch and Amber grabbed the bedding and fisted it in her hands.

He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting his fingers into her. Kept stroking her—her cream was on him, coating his fingers.

My touch isn’t just death. It will be pleasure for her. Always, for her.

He licked her breasts. He kissed her. And he kept thrusting his fingers into her, stroking her sex, learning all of her secrets.

Every. Last. One.

She came again, choking out his name.

He wasn’t done.

His hand slowly pulled from her body. He licked his fingers…tasting her. Sweet, sweet f*cking honey and champagne.

“Cass…” Amber’s voice was husky. So sexy.

She reached for him, but he caught her hands. Cass twined their fingers together and then pushed her hands back, on either side of her head. Her legs rose, wrapping around him, and she pressed that hot heaven against him.

He drove into her. Held her hands tightly and thrust as deep as he could go. She was slick from her desire, from her climaxes, and he sank in to the hilt. He withdrew, thrust deep, and couldn’t stop. A frenzy took over—a desire so consuming that all he could do was feel.

Thrust.

Take.

Consume.

She came around him, climaxing again as she shouted his name this time. He felt the contractions of her sex and he let himself go. Cass pumped into her, driving over and over with hard, heavy thrusts so that the bed slammed into the wall. He emptied into her, and he knew he would never, ever get enough of her.

He kissed her again. Kissed her while he was still buried balls-deep in her body.

Then his head lifted. He stared into her eyes.

And he knew…he was about to have her again. His hands slowly released hers. His right hand moved to caress her cheek. Touching her.

Her beautiful eyes seemed to warm. She stared at him—not with fear. But with love.

And he understood that he would love her forever, would cherish her forever. Not because she was the only one he could touch.

Because she was the only one who touched him. Amber was the only one who’d reached the cold heart he kept inside. She’d taught him to love. She’d shown the Reaper that there was so much more to life than just death.

His lips pressed to hers.

And he was finally at peace.

THE END