I jolt at her statement. A thick grunt signals my struggle to breathe as I shunt inside her, unforgiving, unprotected, and violent. The precise moment her walls close around me, I lose it all.
What she wants in a kiss, I show her with firm hands. A grip so intense that it’s taken away my wits. She winces when I penetrate her cervix. My stamina slaps and smacks the lazy fluid encasing us from the waist down. No longer is there space separating me from paradise. It’s here. In this woman. Not in the jungle, where the animals hold their tongues and turn a blind eye to my actions. It’s in every spasm, every ridge, and every breath.
I cradle her chin with my palm, crashing her head back to the crook of my neck. My hands flame, trapped under hers, as I enter her body so vigorously that my teeth clench. The sparks from her skin to mine cause deeper burns than my injuries.
Her orgasm catches fire.
My spine tingles.
I sink my teeth into her shoulder as my balls cramp.
I claim this woman with my seed.
I own her with a possessive snare.
And then I let her go.
19
I’ve strayed into a remote land.
Hidden under a canopy, blocking out sunlight.
Navigating twisted vines and complicated terrain.
I’m lost in the musky jungle.
And that jungle is my master.
El Fantasma.
Dante.
He’s the wilderness luring me to a promised land.
Water vines restricting my shins.
Lush foliage screening my sight.
A wrangle of mossy complexities.
Dense undergrowth keeping me hidden.
A tropical lagoon, refreshing and crisp.
A sleek jaguar, dangerous and deadly.
And I am falling.
There isn’t a comprehensible reason for my actions. Somehow, I’ve invited lust to shake hands with my antagonist. He’s threatened and ravaged, deleted and restored, but most of all, he’s revealed a side to him that snipped back his prickly branches.
There’s a man beneath the beast.
Together we unraveled without barriers. Only this time, he refused to look me in the eye as a savage roar rumbled from his throat. It was a brutal display of sexual hunger. Tenderness was absent. Hungry kisses weren’t permitted. We were simply a duo scraping for intimacy and fighting to stay apart.
Emotions buried me alive. His voice shook up my insides. His intensity suffocated my every breath. His presence was airtight.
How could a strong-minded woman consider the things I’ve done, never mind welcome them? I’m a ghost of my former self. Just like him.
