I pull him deeper into me. “I want all of you.”
He slides back into me. “No, you don’t.”
Unafraid, I sink my nails in him. “Yes, I do.”
“I’ll hurt you.”
“Wraith,” I say his name on a sigh. “I’m not afraid of pain.”
He studies my face, and from one heartbeat to the next, there’s a change in him. His control snaps, and his eyes take on a feral edge. A thrill slithers up my spine when he reaches under me to wrap an arm around my waist. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts as his teeth graze my throat. He nips at me again, his ragged breathing near my ear. It’s a test I pass because I answer with a low moan that brings his teeth down with more force.
I choke out a groan as pain and pleasure twist together, exploding between my legs. Pressure builds, taking me higher the harder Wraith bites. The deeper and rougher his strokes push into me. My muscles strain, clenching around his shaft, squeezing him, as he dominates my body with his punishing strokes. And when he cages my wrist and guides my hand to his neck, I curl my fingers around his throat.
He snarls down at me, sexy as all hell. “Harder.”
I squeeze tighter.
Wraith releases my wrist and uses both hands to brace himself on the mattress. “Fucking harder.”
The tighter I squeeze, the more brutal his thrusts. His is growl a vibration that resonates through me as he proves precisely why sex with him is worth the hype.
Can’t say I’m thrilled that Wraith has a history of man-whoreness, but I won’t cry about it when his experience benefits me. Especially not when he rubs that spot that has my legs shaking and me rasping out his name like he’s my own personal god.
On instinct, my hand closes even tighter on his throat when my orgasm hits. We melt into each other’s DNA as it flows through me in a hot electric wave, and as it ebbs, Wraith stiffens and drops his forehead to mine. His muscles lock, and his hips jerk against mine. He floods me, filling me with himself before the tension eases out of him.
I release his throat to trail my fingers up and down his sweaty back. His breathing stays erratic as he lies on top of me. He’s crazy heavy, but I’d rather get crushed to death by his weight than have him move. I mean, there are worse ways to go than suffocation by Wraith while listening to White Zombie’s “More Human Than Human” drifting in from the main room. But all good things must end, and he eventually rolls off me, taking his warmth with him.
I sit up and cover myself with the sheet and do my best to tame my tangled hair. “Was it okay for you?”
Wraith lifts a brow. “No, it wasn’t okay.”
Well, now, that’s a knife to my fragile self-esteem. I shrug to hide my bruised ego. “I gave it my best shot.”
Wraith grunts out a laugh, looking arrogantly pleased with himself. He’s also a glorious sight naked, lying there without a bashful bone in his gorgeous body. “You’re an ass.Okaysex is what everyone else is having. Fucking amazing is the sex we had.”
My brows shoot up. “Liar.”
“I don’t lie to you.” He runs his tongue along his bottom lip as if he’s still savoring the taste of me. “Now, you’re going to tell me why you were a virgin.”
“It’s not rocket science.” I shrug because it truly is simple. “My father messed me up in the head for a long time, and the situation never felt right. And then I married David.” Truth bomb time. Secret number one. But not my secret. David’s. A secret I’m so used to keeping, the words are like tar dripping off my tongue. “He can’t have sex.”
Wraith sits up and flips the sheet over himself. “What?”
“I don’t know the details, only that he was raped when was a child. The boys who did it maimed him. I never saw the damage, but whatever they did, left him unable to…perform. That’s why he built Gomorrah. That’s the whole point of the Coliseum and the arena and the torture room. He’s so twisted with hate that he needs to put that pain on everyone else.” I fidget with the sheet, the burden of keeping David’s secret easing off my shoulders. “I doubt anyone but me knows he’s impotent. He married me because I was safe. I wasn’t part of his social circle. I no connections to Marion County’s gossip mill. He plucked me off the street. Cleaned me up. Threatened me with all sorts of torture if I told anyone his secret. And then that crazy bastard had the audacity to demand a fresh start right before we escaped.” I shake my head, amazed as his level of insanity. “He truly is deranged.”
Wraith grabs my hand, our fingers entertaining. “It’s over, Jamie.”
“Yes, it is.” I give him a radiant smile. “I can honestly say I’m happy, Wraith, for the first time in my life, and it feels so strange.”
“You should be happy. You earned the right.” The intense way he’s watching me releases a wonderful flutter in the pit of my stomach. “But you could have had anyone. Why me?”
I stroke his face, my gaze settling on the tiny, faded dots around his mouth. “The truth?”
“Always.”
I hide a cringe, my secret burning a hole in my tongue. “It always had to be you, Wraith.”
He pulls me over to him, and I fall across his chest. The man is solid, and when he touches me, I melt into him. I’ve seen the damage his hands can do. But when he touches me, he is achingly tender. Or rough to the point of thrilling. Never, though, am I afraid because I know—Iknow—Eric ‘Wraith’ Shaw will never hurt me.
