He stopped long only enough to say, “Hands above your head,” and then he buried his mouth in her pussy.

Molly’s immediate compliance, her unwavering trust in him . . . He’d never had this before—never wanted it. Now that this lush woman was his for the taking, he’d take her as often as possible.

Deacon zeroed in on her clit, alternating between licking and sucking. Plumping the little nub beneath his lips. Hearing her breath change from the slow, deep rhythm of sleep to fast, short pants of passion.

Her thighs went rigid, but her hips didn’t shoot up when she started to come. She gasped softly, eliciting his own growl as he tongued her clit past the first wave. He stayed there, consumed by the need to bring her to orgasm again before he sated his body’s needs.

“Deacon,” she breathed. “Stop.”

He shook his head. Within a few short minutes, he proved that stopping would’ve been a bad idea.

That time she came so hard she released a small scream.

Hard not to feel really fucking cocky about that.

Deacon rubbed his damp mouth between her hip bones, fascinated by how this section of her skin quivered. In the past two weeks he’d spent hours putting his mouth and hands over every inch of her body, memorizing her every reaction.

He was beyond obsessed with her. Last night, after hearing the depth of her suffering at the hands of her family, he’d felt the bonds between them change. No longer a tenuous tie, they’d solidified. He knew she was the one who could anchor him but not weigh him down.

Molly’s hand gently stroked his head. She didn’t say anything. She just breathed heavily as she touched him with the comfort that made him want to purr and the eroticism that made him want to roar.

Roaring won out.

He pushed onto all fours. Then he pressed his face into her neck and murmured, “Roll over.”

“You sure?” Molly arched into him, teasing him, rubbing her chest against his, knowing he was helpless to resist those fantastic tits.

After placing a sucking kiss on the mounded flesh, he said, “I need you hard, babe.” Then he turned her onto her belly himself and stretched her arms to the headboard.

Above her, Deacon said, “Lift up, but keep your legs together.” He shoved a pillow beneath her hips. Then, balancing on one arm, he gripped his shaft at the base and aimed the head at her wet center.

As her pussy enveloped his cock, he had to grit his teeth against the need to ram into her. Had anything ever felt this damn good?

No.

Once his cock filled her completely, he placed his lips on the nape of her neck, letting his breath and the damp heat of his mouth tease the fine hairs, knowing it drove her wild.

“God, yes. I love how you feel on me. I’ve never done it this way.”

When she said stuff like that, he wanted to beat the hell out of every man who’d failed to be the lover she needed. Then a cocky sense of possession roared through him. He’d give her everything she’d never had and then some.

“Make that growling sound again.” She nuzzled his jaw. “Because that means you’re about to bring out the beast.”

“Fuck, woman. You test me when you say shit like that.”

Deacon started to move. Kissing all his favorite spots. Nipping and scraping his teeth on those same sensitive sections. Keeping as much contact between their bodies until the heat and the friction made their skin slick with sweat.

Every time he bottomed out, Molly made a small grunt of satisfaction that echoed his own.

He slid his mouth up and down the slope of her shoulder, feeling her skin break out in gooseflesh beneath his lips.

“Deacon, you said hard.”

“Patience, babe,” he murmured. “Feels good like this.”

“Yes.” She moaned when he thrust in harder. “Feels good like that too.”

“I wanna take my time with this pussy that’s so hot and wet and ready for me,” he said into her sweet-smelling hair.

Molly tightened her cunt muscles around his shaft.

“Fuck.” He hissed in a quick breath. “Do that again.”

She bore down harder.

Deacon picked up the pace. The faster thrusts sent him speeding toward release. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, rocking his hips, his skin sliding across hers, the scents of Molly and sex filling his lungs. Nothing had ever felt so amazing. And then he realized why it felt so amazing.

No condom.

But he’d hit the point of no return. He pulled out, and his shaft slipped up the crack of her ass. The damp skin and tight depth hugging his length had him sliding faster and faster, because that felt fucking fantastic too.

“Deacon? Why’d you—”