Free Wicked: Tempt Me Not [Wicked Series Book 1] by Lily Graison Page A

her breath panted out unevenly and she wanted to scream when he stopped completely.
    She looked up at him. He sat up on his knees, staring at her body before he turned his head, looking toward the couch. She followed his gaze, seeing nothing but his bags, and watched him lean over, reaching for one before dragging it to him.
    He rummaged through it, turning his head to her and smiled as he held up a condom.
    She grinned. “Do all men carry condoms?"
    "The smart ones do,” he said, crawling back to her.
    He sat on his knees at her feet and unsnapped his jeans, his eyes locked with hers. Holly bit her lip as she watched him.
    His hardened flesh was revealed to her moments later and she untangled her hands from her shirt and bra as he pushed the pants over his feet.
    Holly sat up, running trembling fingers over his legs. She watched his face, smiling to herself when she smoothed one finger over the head of his cock. His eyes closed, a small sound coming from deep in his throat.
    She stroked him, watching the pull of flesh in her hands before glancing at his face. His lips were parted, his breath coming faster the longer she manipulated him, and Holly doubled her efforts, stroking him faster before lowering her head, laying a soft kiss on his balls.
    He gasped, his body jerking in her hand when she extended her tongue, licking the soft flesh and heard her name whispered past his lips.
    He looked down at her then, bending at the waist and kissing her, forcing her onto her back. He fumbled with the condom and settled between her thighs moments later.
    There was no preamble, no soft words. Just Devin, his cock probing her entrance and in one quick movement, he filled her, tearing a shocked gasp from her lips.
    She moaned at the sensation, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he buried his face in her hair. Small grunts, his hands gripping her hips, and he bore into her like a man starved.
    It was bruising, each stroke of his cock sending shocks up her spine and pulling sounds of pleasure from her throat. She held on, raising her legs, and holding him in place with her knees.
    He mumbled something she didn't understand and lifted his head, his lips devouring hers a second later. His tongue forced into her mouth and she rode each wave of his body inside her and was lost in the sensation.
    Her body burnt, her limbs trembling as she held him to her, and it wasn't close enough. She wanted to crawl into his skin, drown in all he was.
    The air hung heavy with the scent of sex, their moans drowning out the crackling of the fire, and Holly thought she'd burst before he stopped, still buried inside her.
    He lifted his head, locked eyes with her, and moved again. Slow, long strokes, the feel of his cock sliding through her body, and a small twist of his hips when he fully inserted himself caressed her clit, causing the tingles to fire in rapid succession.
    She watched his face as he looked down at her. She'd never tire of that look. The look that said she was taking him to a place he'd never been. She knew he had, but for what time they had together, she'd live in denial. In this moment, he was hers. He belonged to her and nothing would change that.
    He raised a hand to run his knuckles over her cheek. The look on his face changed then. Tenderness she wasn't expecting filled his eyes and she sighed at how perfect he seemed.
    What would it feel like to see that look everyday? To be his in every way? To live with the knowledge that she'd spend every night getting to love him like this. To feel his breath on her face and feel his body filling hers?
    She closed her eyes, pushing away thoughts she shouldn't have, and smiled into his mouth when his lips covered hers.
    He loved her with his body, bringing her to the point of rapture before stilling, covering her flesh in hot kisses, and starting over again. Her mind was numb with pleasure by the time she felt him tense.
    She looked up at him when he lowered his hand, his fingers rubbing small