Page 144 of Deacon

He’d always loved playing with it.

His gaze dragged from the floating jewelry to my eyes, his eyes half-mast with desire.

‘You’re wild as hell, but I’m savoring this woman; after all these years, I ain’t rushing it.’

My breath caught when he used both his cock and fingers to drive me even wilder, pulling at my clit before tapping it with his scorching length.

‘Not fair,’ I moaned, reaching for his shaft, wanting to lick the pearl of his pre-cum on its tip.

He swatted my hand away once more.

‘Only I get to realign you, woman,’ he said, his voice hoarse and husky. ‘I’m about to freak you all night, Queen, and make you come as no one has ever made you. So hard you’ll forget whatever other dick came between us.’

His words were so hot, so possessive; I convulsed, not sure how much I could take.

He shifted over me, one elbow braced by my writhing head, the other guiding me.

My legs widened, and I pulled my knees up, giving him everything of me.

‘Ready?’

I nodded, then sucked in a gasp as he plunged in.

Fuck finally.

I threw my head back in ecstasy, and his length filled me.

He bottomed out, impossibly huge, throbbing and so him.

My arms and thighs wrapped around him, and tears pricked my eyes as this moment brought me back to the pure bliss we’d always shared in bed.

Deacon was my version of heaven, and being back together, entwined as one, was more than my heart could handle.

The sensation between us was so wild, so beyond what I’d ever tried to re-imagine or recreate in my mind.

He must have felt the same too, staring down at me, our eyes locked, his expression shifting from bare lust to utter devotion as he stared down at me.

‘We’re back,’ he growled.

‘Like we were always meant to be,’ I whispered.

‘Fuck yeah.’

That’s when I realized he was shuddering too, trying to maintain control.

‘So fuck me.’

‘Your wish is my desire,’ he rasped, his timbre hoarse.

He pulled out with a grunt, then plunged back in.

I bucked and writhed hard as Deacon’s thrusts sped up.

His hips moved faster, plunging deeper, bottoming out each time, driving me wild.

He was beyond exceptional, even more forceful, domineering, and savage than I’d ever remembered.

His neck veins stood out, his chest rippled, his ass worked as he drove in and out of me while I hung on for dear life.