“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured. “So tight.”
The deepness of his voice was thrilling, the tone sending another display of tingles dancing through me. As he pulled out so only the tip of his cock was inside, I felt the weight of his gaze. It was entirely different than before. No longer two strangers, but two souls molded by dark karma that refused to let go.
He laughed softly, knowingly, and another wave of heat swelled in my belly. Butterflies gave way to vicious stings of anticipation. This wasn’t simply another act of carnal sin. This was a beginning that neither of us had wanted but could never deny.
“Are you hungry for me?” he breathed.
“Never.” I jutted my hips forward and pressed both hands against his chest.
“Such a little liar. Just like you were all those years ago.” He plunged inside once again, stripping my breath and all rational thoughts aside.
“What do you mean?”
He lowered his head until he was able to press his tongue into the shell of my ear. I tingled as his actions became even rougher. “I asked you if you were afraid. Do you remember what you told me?”
I shook my head.
“That you had no reason to fear anyone because all creatures no matter how large or small were kind and loving. Tell me, Fallon. Do you think that today?” Navarro pulled out, every action he made torturous. He slipped his hand to my hip, dragging me forward as he plunged as deeply inside as physically possible.
I was thrown by the sensations, my mind an incredible blur of sights and sounds. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the echo of my thudding heart. He was playing me like a sweet instrument, his heated breath skipping across my skin leaving me wet and shaking.
He knew he had full control over me, yet still continued to taunt me until I was wild with need. When he slipped two fingers beside his cock, immediately curling the tips, I was certain I’d go mad.
Gasping, I threw one arm over the side of the pool, grasping the rounded edge to keep myself upright. The very second he started to roll his thumb across my clit, I lolled my head back. The sensations were incredible, more so with the water splashing across my scalded skin.
The man knew how to make me suffer, eager for me to beg for what I wanted.
I opened my eyes, staring into the dark abyss of his irises. They were dancing and so alive, waiting for me to surrender in body and soul. I issued a sly smile, willing myself not to succumb so easily, but my mind was ripped away as the combination of his fingers and cock destroyed me.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Come for me. Come, now.”
His command was dark and deep and when his thumb pressed harder, his fingertips hitting my G-spot, I lost it. I was instantly dizzy, my pulse out of control. I was shocked by how thorough he was, taking his time to push me closer to the sweet moment of nirvana. When I reached it, I bit back a scream as my entire body shook from pleasure.
“I love the feel of your pussy,” he muttered before nipping my earlobe. “I love that only I can make you this dripping wet.”
There was no denying the man or his words. He was right. My entire body quivered as I rode the beautiful wave, even enjoying the spots of neon light sparking in my field of vision. Only when the last shudders of the intense climax quieted did he resume the hard fucking.
I threw my other leg around him. There was no need for further instruction, no determination to pull away or deny him. That would be impossible.
He refused to withdraw his fingers, watching me the entire time I rode his shaft. I bucked hard and fast, never blinking as I gripped both his shoulders.
“You’re beautiful when you come, myhalcón seductor.” His words thrilled me, keeping the warm weight of desire burning deep within.
I clung to him, fighting the urge to fall completely into him, unable to shove aside the closeness I felt. Being lost in the haze of spectacular colors and the drain of intense passion left me dizzy, yet hungry for more.
He rested his forehead against mine briefly while I caught my breath. Yet it was short-lived, the ruthless man kissing me again with even more passion than before. The flickering lights returned, a haze that I never wanted to end.
Right or wrong, I’d never felt as close to anyone as I did to him in this moment. The sense of urgency increased and within seconds, my pussy muscles were clenching around his fingers and cock.
He swept his tongue inside, drinking from my essence as I moaned into the kiss. His actions were more brutal, his thrusts harder and more possessive. Being lost in him wasn’t the worst thing that could ever happen, yet I knew in doing so, there’d be no return.
I cinched my eyes shut as my entire body shook violently. He was close to coming, his body as tense as mine had been. With my grip firm, I squeezed my muscles once again.
This time, he threw his head back, issuing a stark roar that was unmistakable.
Heartfelt.
And terrifying.
