Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend Edition

Great news! Last week I prematurely commented on my blog that I had reached the end of my Book Boyfriend list and was done with the smutty Book Boyfriend scenes. I was wrong and am so happy that I was because I totally forgot that newer boyfriends had been added to the list! So I'm starting at the top of the list and working my way back down to bring attention to the new boyfriends! Wooooo! I hope you enjoy!

Book Boyfriend of the week:
TERRIBLE!!

(I gots Terrible Fever bad)

*SPOILERS ALERT! SPOILERS AHEAD*

*scene setup* Chess sees Terrible with another woman and flies to the bathroom where she breaks down and cries. Terrible follows her into the bathroom, and consoles her. ;)





His mouth took hers again, hard, stealing her breath and her sanity. She knew she should resist, should tell him he couldn't just storm in here and use her like that, but who was she kidding. She'd never been able to resist temptation--especially an unhealthy one--and at that moment he was another pill, another line; one she needed, one she would die if she couldn't have, and her entire body was already vibrating in anticipation. So she twined her arms around his neck, holding on tight, while he shifted her in his arms and drove himself into her.

She cried out, her voice echoing off the tile. Somewhere deep in her mind it registered that anyone standing out the room would probably hear her, but she didn't care. Couldn't help herself anyway, because his fingers dug into her skin and his hips pounded her into the wall and it was just as it had been the day before, when she couldn't see or think or do anything but feel. Like electricity running through her body or the thick velvet of magic making everything tingle; she was hot and cold and shivering from both, her senses in total overload. He refused to give her a break, to slow down, to let her process what was happening. It terrified her. It made her want to scream with pleasure. She bit him instead, hard on the neck, the taste of his skin filling her mouth while he gasped and let his head fall back.

Behind him the door started to open. How he heard it over the sound of her voice and his own she didn't know but he did, swinging her around and using her to slam the door shut again. The thin wood rattled in it's frame and kept rattling, booming along to his punishing rhythm. Dimly she wondered if the door would break; then his grip shifted again so his hand could slide between them and she didn't give a shit if it did.

His mouth left hers; he leaned back, looking down. Watching as he slowed his pace, rotated his hips, made breathless sounds fly from her mouth. And she let him, stretching her arms up to grip the top of the doorframe, stretching her back so her shirt rode up and pulled tight across her chest and he got a better view. She got a good view herself, watching his face; the same absorption on it she'd seen when he was fighting, when he was working. Total focus. On her. It was thrilling.

He came back to her. His lips found her throat, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise, crushing her to him again. She tilted her head, and clutched his shoulder so hard that her fingers were sore.

The door bucked and creaked behind her, fists on the other side added their own offbeat clamor. She and Terrible were together on their side of it, she completely in his power, unable to move, unable to do anything but let him have her and to glory in the fact that he was. She fisted the hair on the back of his neck, yanked his mouth back to hers, lights exploding behind her closed eyelids. Her body tensed, she was ready, she was so fucking ready, and she had to pull away because she had to breathe and when she did their eyes met--

He was too much. She couldn't take it, couldn't handle it, not when she knew he'd be able to see everything, all her feelings and stupid vulnerabilities plain in her eyes. She dragged her gaze away as her back arched and her head fell against the vibrating door and her body shook and clenched around him and somewhere in there she thought she scream but she wasn't sure.

His low, thick voice danced over her skin. Her head spun, she couldn't see, couldn't think. Only his voice, only his hands on her and his body inside hers and against hers told her she really existed, that this moment really existed. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought if he hadn't been clutching her she might go through the door herself--which wasn't a totally unrealistic idea--and simply disappear.

But it wouldn't happen. She knew it wouldn't because he was there, because his strong arms held her up and his big chest pressed against hers and his breath heated her skin, because he shuddered under her hands and his body went rigid and she came back to awareness with her forehead resting on his shoulder and her arms aching from holding him.



*sigh* Terrible put a hurting to her! Yeah I know that's what you were thinking. I loved that they didn't care where they were and just lost completely control! This scene was so intense. I mean he was giving it to her so good she thought she would freaking disappear! I have to say that this sex scene is one of the best that I have every read. So many feelings and emotions running through her head and at one point it was just too much for her. She didn't want him to see how vulnerable she at that point; that he could truly see how she felt. I love it! I would love to know what he was thinking and feeling during this scene. I'm sure it would be truly mind blowing.

I hope you enjoyed this scene and can realize why so many of us have Terrible fever! This scene only shows a fraction of the man and you find yourself falling in love with him in the earlier books just by him doing simple things such as him opening the car door for Chess. If you haven't read this series, get to it!

See ya next week!