Delinquent (Devil's Fighters MC Book 2) by Evelyn Glass Read Free Book Online

part of their body—roaming hands and digging fingertips, as he thrusts inside of her and she takes him readily and eagerly. They drive each other mad with clenches of pelvic muscles and swiveling of hips. They dance to a syncopated rhythm made of hungry thrusts and languid strokes.
     
    It goes on forever and yet not long enough. It could be minutes or it could be hours, she can’t tell. And she doesn’t care either. All she cares is that it feels like it’s over all too soon, and that he gives her two more orgasms before the end comes. She finds herself completely unrestrained with him, and the fact that he seems to be letting go just as much and as easily gives her an added thrill.
     
    When he climaxes, she instinctively wraps her arms around him and shares his orgasm. His abandon to his own ecstasy is as intense and inhibited as everything else about his lovemaking. The world doesn’t exist anymore for the longest time—for the longest time, it’s only ecstasy and abandon.
     
     
     
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    It took a while for Alyssa to realize that she was awake. It took her an even longer while to notice that her hand had travelled down to her vagina while she slept and dreamed. It took her forever to ride out the aftershocks of the dream, the all-consuming sensation of waves of pleasure rolling down her entire body.
     
    When she finally returned to the here and now and her perceptions came back to normal, she took a few steadying breaths. She almost didn’t dare to move, afraid that moving would bring the erotic sensations rushing back. Eventually, she had calmed down enough that she could safely lift her hands to push her fingers through her long hair in frustration.
     
    It wasn’t bad enough that thoughts of Xavier would occupy her mind pretty much non-stop during her waking hours, now he had to show up in her dreams too. And what a glorious appearance he had just made! Her subconscious hadn’t even needed to come up with brand new images; it had simply hit her with the hottest memory she possessed.
     
    She groaned softly. Things really weren’t going according to plan. She was supposed to keep her cool and remain as levelheaded as possible. She didn’t have time for erotic fantasies and wet dreams. She was supposed to convince Xavier that he really had a shot at making it out of the rotten dimension that was Pinebrook and the fighting rings; instead, she had somehow managed to scare him to death and push him away.
     
    She rolled onto her side, feeling suddenly disheartened. She always knew things wouldn’t be easy, but this was ridiculous.
     
    Not for the first time in her life, she wondered what it was about Xavier that got under her skin so inescapably. The farther away he pushed her, the closer she wanted to get. There must be a masochistic streak in her. He had made it painfully clear that he considered her offer to help to be an “interference.” Why was she even staying? The wisest course of action was probably to take his advice, hop on the next flight to Canada, and never, ever look back.
     
    But Alyssa had never thought of herself as wise. And besides, if she was really to do that, the guilt would probably torment her for the rest of her life. She had turned her back on him once; she was not going to do it again. She would get him out, and then they would part ways because she knew now that he was probably toxic for her.
     
    She wondered how that had happened, too. How had the person who used to help her breathe easier become so toxic for her?
     
    “You’re in love with me,” Xavier had said that fateful night when they had made love—because Alyssa was pretty sure that’s what it had been; she knew it had not been just sex for either of them. She had hated him for that sentence, and she still hated him for it—because it was very true. As soon as he said the words, she had realized with stark, bone-shattering clarity that she had never stopped being in love with Xavier. She hated