Wicked Burn (Realm Enforcers #3)(26)

Forgetting all finesse, he cupped her ass, his palms lifting the twin globes and yanking her into his hardness.

She whimpered deep in her throat, and the sound rolled up and into his mouth, lighting him on fire.

Desperate to get closer, he spread one hand across her ass and threaded the other through her hair and tugged, nearly bending her in two as he kissed her with all the pent-up need he’d banished for so long.

She moved against him, the apex of her legs so damn hot he almost went to his knees.

Only Simone. She was the only woman in the entire world who could drop him to his knees. At the moment, he’d go gladly.

The adrenaline from the fight rushed through him, turning into raw passion. Little noises came from her as she returned his kiss, her body rigid and gyrating against him. The friction between them nearly pushed him over the edge.

Rain dropped, and he ignored it. Yanking down her top, he licked his way down her wet neck and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She moaned and shot both hands into his hair, digging her nails into his scalp. The small bite of pain spurred him on, and he licked and sucked the sharp point before moving to the other one.

Her skin was smooth and so soft he almost came in his pants.

Almost frantic, he reached under her skirt and yanked off her panties.

“Nick,” she murmured, releasing his hair to grapple with his belt buckle. The damn thing finally came loose, and she released his zipper. Her fingers barely had time to run along his shaft before he’d lifted her and impaled her with such force crumbs of brick rained down.

She stiffened around him with a soft moan of pure pleasure.

The sound licked through his body right to where they were joined.

Her eyes were closed, and her hair cascaded against the wet brick.

He grabbed the back of her neck, strengthened his hold on her butt, and stilled. “Simone. Look at me.”





Simone’s eyelids fluttered open. Nick Veis was inside her, balls-deep. Cold and hard, the brick behind her helped her to balance against the demon holding her so fiercely. She couldn’t move, even if she wanted to.

Which she did not.

Intense hunger darkened his face, edged with a demon’s possessiveness. Slowly, trapping her gaze, he slid out of her and then rammed back in.

Electricity shot from her clit to her breasts. She gasped and stiffened, her eyelids closing in pure pleasure.

“Simone.”

She opened her eyes again, her insides quaking in devastating tremors. Even so, she kept her mental shields firmly in place. She could have him, could enjoy him, without giving him access to her mind. Her thighs shook. “Nicholai.”

At her use of his full name, something snapped in him. His hold somehow tightened, and he pulled out to drive back in. The friction was unbelievable, as was his strength. He hammered into her, shoving hard, the slap of his flesh against hers filling the deserted alley. She kept his gaze as long as she could and then had to shut her eyes to just feel.

An orgasm washed over her out of nowhere, and she gasped. He didn’t pause, just kept on f*cking her. A second later, she was climbing again, sparks rippling through her, propelling her toward the edge. Heat uncoiled deep inside. She dropped her hands from his hair to his massive shoulders, trying to hold on to any semblance of reality.

He wouldn’t let her.

Somehow he drove harder inside her, hitting a spot that detonated stars behind her eyes. She whimpered, her thighs slamming against his hips with enough force to bruise. So close. She was so damn close.

“Please, Nick,” she gasped, her body stiffening.

He changed the angle of his thrust and brushed across her clit.

She exploded with a soft cry, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Waves crashed through her, full of fire and sparks. The orgasm tore through her, head to toe, centered around his hard-as-steel cock. Finally, she came down with a soft sigh of pure pleasure.

He tucked her closer, nearly bending over her, ramming hard.

Fangs sliced into her neck.

Her eyelids flipped open, and she cried out, her body going into a multitude of convulsions too powerful to be mere orgasms. Nick released her neck to plant his hand on the brick wall, his body shuddering as he came.

He pulled her close, breathing heavily, using the building for balance.

She dropped her face into the crook of his neck, trying to catch her breath. Her arms slid around his shoulders, and she held on even as her body went limp. Muscle rippled beneath her mouth, so she placed a soft kiss on his neck.

Slowly, reality returned. Rain pummeled them, and a car honked in the distance. She blinked and lifted her head away from his warmth.

He pushed off the brick.

Oh. Hmm. She loosened her thighs, and her legs slid toward the wet cobblestones. Small pains became known. He kept hold of her until she’d gained her balance and tried to step back. One knuckle under her chin lifted her burning face.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

She nodded.

“I—” He glanced around the back alley. “Jesus, Simone. I got carried away. In a f*cking alley.”

He sounded so bewildered, she had to bite back a laugh. “You should probably zip up.”

“Christ.” He released her and quickly zipped his pants, wincing at the end. “I meant for this to happen in a bed,” he mused, slicking his hair back with rain.

“Oh, did you.” She adjusted her sopping wet skirt to try for modesty, although it was probably too late for that. “Sure thing, was I?”