“Have you missed my cock, little rose?” he gruffly chuckles against my neck as he tightens his grip on my ass to keep me from moving.
“Yes.” I fight against his hold.
“As much as you’ve missed my sting on your skin?” He continues to hold me flush against him, sucking hard at just beneath my ear.
“More,” I breathlessly moan.
Lifting me slightly, he impales me on his cock as he groans, “Not nearly as much as I’ve missed being inside you.”
He buries the entirety of himself in me. Biting my lip to stifle the pain of being forcefully stretched to accommodate him, I let out a mewl of pure pleasure as he fills me.
Using the buoyancy of the water, he slides me over his length with ease. As he picks up his pace, the rippling water around us begins to splash against our bodies.
The needy ache from my pussy flutters in my stomach, and he continues to slide into me, building toward a release I’ve been yearning for weeks.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.” Eddie’s arms envelop my waist as he pulls me tighter to him. Wanting—and needing—more, I squeeze my arms around his neck and my thighs around his waist, driving his thrusts even deeper.
Leaving one arm around me, he fists my hair and pulls my face onto his. He presses his lips to mine, but it’s not enough for me.
I want his tongue in my mouth, aggressively exploring it as though he hasn’t been there a thousand times before. Taking it roughly and claiming it as his.
Again.
Forever.
Abruptly closing the hair of distance between us, his mouth crashes against mine. The tongue I’ve been yearning for sweeps between my lips and plunges into my mouth. With both of us breathless, he pulls back and speaks through our kiss, “Come for me, little rose.”
He buries himself in me, and I grind onto his hips, teetering on the edge of ecstasy as his lips and teeth tortuously travel the length of my neck. Reaching my ear, his voice is deep and commanding when he whispers, “I told you to fucking come for me.”
As though his words have some magical power over me, I lose every bit of control when he begins to suck the already-bruised spot below my ear. My body explodes with electric waves of pleasure, and I cry out his name, clinging desperately to his body. I embrace him tighter and grind over him as I ride out my release. Trying desperately to prolong this feeling.
“One more,” he demands seconds before gripping my ass and vigorously working my pussy over his length.
My sensitive clit rubs against the base of his hips with every savage thrust. Neither allowing me to fully recover from the first orgasm as the second begins to swell. It slams through me like the first, only this time, Eddie is thrust over the edge with me.
Groaning into each other’s mouths, my pussy clenches as he spasms. Holding me tight and staying fully seated inside me, he pulls back from our kiss and growls, “Mine.”
CHAPTER
FORTY-EIGHT
EDMUND
It’s been a little over three months since Michales’ death. The candlelight vigils for the women beneath The Preserves have ended. News vans and the press have slowly dwindled out of town.
Excluding the few wild as fuck conspiracy theories Grant found online, there hasn’t been any suspicion regarding the validity of the narrative we told about his death. While we all knew he was determined to find us guilty for the things we had done, none of us knew how deep it had gone.
Those who worked with him and knew him well had been watching him fall apart for years. His ex-wife. His kids. Every member of the Adelaide Cove Police Department. The locals who have known him their entire lives.
They watched his obsession with us become all-consuming. A compulsion, eating away at every shred of the life he once had. The life he had before the five of us moved to town. The five of us granted excitement to his otherwise mundane and unremarkable existence.
His complete detachment from society, coupled with his incessant need to prove to everyone the wrongs we were committing, simply made believing that he was the devil in disguise that much easier for everyone.
His death was our new beginning, giving all of us a new life without many of our prior indiscretions hanging over our heads.
And bizarrely, Grant, Samuel, and I diving into some semblance of domestication.
Driving up to Twilight Bluff, I am not remotely surprised to pull in behind Harper’s white Maserati Ghibli. She’s practically lived here during daylight hours, overseeing every bit of the build. Meticulously managing every single detail to ensure that everything is absolutely perfect.
