Page 120 of Deceived Wrath

“And I like it when you’re covered in me.” His eyes flick to my breasts.

Cormac reaches up to palm my breasts, and I arch against him as he rubs his thumb over my nipples.

The thought of him spilling all over them sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my clit.

Normally, I would reach down and start rubbing it to help relieve the ache, but I can’t.

“So good,” I moan.

There’s nothing gentle about his touch, but that’s how I like it.

I want him to need me so badly that he can’t control himself.

My body feels like a coil that’s getting tighter and tighter, and I’m so desperate for release that I might actually start sobbing.

When my pussy starts to clench, Cormac’s eyes flash with need as he increases his pace to bring me over the edge.

“More,” I gasp.

I expect Cormac to make me beg, but I think he needs me to come just as badly as I do.

He removes his hand from my hip and reaches between us, rubbing his thumb in circles around my clit until I’m crying out his name.

“That’s it. Come on my cock, baby.”

If I thought Cormac’s pace was brutal before, it’s nothing compared to how hard he fucks me as I ride out my orgasm.

He thrusts into me so hard that the bed slams against the wall.

“Oh, fuck,yes!” I scream as I climax.

“I’m coming,” Cormac grunts before his abs flex, and then he’s spilling inside me.

When he finally stills, we both stare at each other with wide eyes as we try to catch our breath.

I feel like I just blacked out.

Each time with Cormac is better than the last, and I’m completely addicted.

He slowly lowers my legs from his shoulders and leans forward to brush his lips along my jaw.

“Well done,” he murmurs before kissing me softly.

Even as he reaches up to untie my hands, he doesn’t break the kiss.

When I’m finally free, I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him against me, needing to feel his warmth against my skin.

Cormac runs his calloused hands up and down my waist as he deepens the kiss, stroking his tongue slowly against mine as I cling to him. He makes no attempt to free himself, and right now I don’t want him to.

This level of intimacy is something I didn’t realize I was missing, and I never expected Cormac Sullivan to be the one to give it to me.

“Let me clean you up,” he says after a beat.

I lie frozen on the bed as Cormac quickly pulls on his boxers and heads into the bathroom to get a towel.

Even after sex, he looks just as handsome, if not more, with his hair all messy and his skin slick with sweat.

If I wasn’t so sore, I would be begging him to go again.