Shade's Fall (The Last Riders #4)

“I don’t get a kiss?” Shade lifted his head, his lips giving her a brief, hard kiss before returning to her breasts.

Lily burst out laughing, her fear and nervousness disappearing. “You can’t do better than that?” she teased.

“Angel, these breasts are… I’m trying to think of a word that’s good enough to describe them.” His hand went to the tiny hooks that went down the lace corset, unfastening them. When he’d finished, he spread the corset apart. “Fucking magnificent.” His hand pushed one globe up, finding the tip with his lips. He sucked just the tip of the nipple into his mouth before releasing it. His hand then went to the other breast, grasping it before he lowered his mouth to the tip, sucking it into his mouth then releasing it. “Fucking gorgeous.”

“I take it you’re a breast man.”

“All men are breast men,” he replied, looking at her breasts in awe.

Lily lay down on the bed, stretching before her arms reached out to him. Shade bent down, his mouth covering hers, giving her the kiss she’d desired. She needed that kiss from him to show her it was Shade and no one else in their wedding bed; the nightmares of her past weren’t present now.

He parted her lips with his tongue, seducing her with the wildness of his taste and the gentle glide of his against her own. His mouth then went to her neck, exploring her flesh with tiny flicks of his tongue while his hand slid up her thigh, gliding straight to her pussy, finding her nub and rubbing it with strokes that were already close to making her climax.

“Shade, I need you.” One of her legs rubbed against his as she tried to tell him what she needed.

“You’re not hot enough yet.” Shade’s mouth moved to her breast again, taking her nipple back into his mouth.

“Yes, I am.” Lily heartily disagreed with him. If he kept rubbing her pussy, she was going to come before he’d even entered her.

Then understanding dawned on her, what he was trying to tell her. She was just lying there, letting him have sex with her. He wanted her to make love with him.

Her hands left his shoulders, exploring every inch of his skin, discovering his body; how he trembled when her lips grazed the flesh at the base of his throat, how his lean body had stone-hard muscles.

As her teeth grazed his nipples, she learned how his body felt when he shifted to lay between her thighs. Her palms slid along his ribcage, circling his waist to hold him tighter as he slid his cock deep within her. Lily memorized how her breasts felt when she arched them against his chest, then when he crushed them beneath his chest.

She didn’t want to forget any moment from her wedding night, so when her monsters tried to threaten her, it would be Shade’s touch—his kiss, his image—that would drive every hurtful memory away until all that was left was him and this night. Their wedding night. Their first time.

Lily turned her head to whisper in his ear, “I love you, John Hunter.”

“Lily, I didn’t know a man could love a woman as much as I love you. I don’t deserve you, but I’m never going to let you go. I couldn’t survive without you in my life. I wouldn’t want to.”

His mouth covered hers as his thrusts increased, carrying them both into a climax that gave as much as it took. It gave them a way to express their love and took a part of their soul as it receded, crashing the two into one, forever entwined.

*

Shade rolled over, pulling Lily onto his chest.

“That was beautiful,” Lily said, nuzzling his neck.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, I never expected… Yes, I enjoyed it a lot.” She laughed against his neck.

“Good. That was for you. This time is for me,” Shade said, sitting up.

“What are you doing?” Lily asked curiously.

Shade slid out of the bed, picking her up and carrying her into the bathroom. There were three steps that led down into the massive shower. Shade turned the water and music on, and the water began to pulse to the music.

“Oh, heck no,” Lily said, giggling as she tried to get out of the shower. “I just blow-dried my hair.”

“I’ll help you when we get out, if I’m not too tired.” Shade’s hand went into her already-wet hair, turning her mouth up to his. His hand was already going for the lotions on the side of the shower.

“Lean up against the shower wall,” he ordered her, lifting his mouth and stepping away. With a grin, Lily went to the shower wall, leaning back against it.

He opened the bottle of lotion, spilling some of it on his hand before reaching out and rubbing it into her tiny, black curls.

Lily tried to smack his hand away. “What are you doing now?”

“I’m going to shave you,” Shade said, his hand returning to the tiny curls.

“Oh, no, you’re not,” Lily protested.

“Yes, I am. Now stand still or I’m going to go get my paddle. It’s my turn.”

Lily stood still, feeling his hand on her pubic hair, trying to decide whether to go along with him or not.