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Her hips buck forward, welcoming my brutal thrusts. She responds, wild, moaning, writhing and grinding against me, meeting me blow for blow, and I know she’s my match. That we were built for each other. That our coming together was inevitable.
Her eyes are closed, her features screwed up in bliss, and she doesn’t even blink or open them when I slam my hand into the wall right by her face to try and keep my balance.
I slide my dick nearly all the way out before I pound back inside of her, filling her deeper than before. Her hips roll like a tidal wave, up to meet my brutal thrusts as I bury myself deeper, hitting every single spot inside of her that I can possibly hit. She takes me all the way, until the only sounds filling up theroom is our harsh breathing and the sound of our soaked skin slapping against each other.
She’s so close.
I bend my head, claiming one nipple and I bite, sinking my teeth into the dark, straining little bud.
She screams.
I tear my mouth away and do the same to the other one while I fuck her hard. She wriggles against me, gasping and straining, moaning and whimpering out her pleasure and pain into the stillness of the room.
“Yes,” she moans. “Oh god, I love it. I love your cock inside of me. How much it hurts and burns and stretches me. How full you make me.”
My eyelid twitches and my jaw nearly cracks, I clench it so hard. My balls draw up and if I thought they were in my throat before, they’re damn well in my brains now because I can’t think about anything but her. This. Us.
“You’re the only one, Wraith,” she breathes. “The only one. Who’s ever had me. Who’ll ever have me.”
I increase the tempo. I transform her, both of us, brand her as mine while her words swirl around us, as dark and possessive as my need for her.
When I rear up and claim her mouth, we’re both lost. I bite down on her lip, hard. Hard enough to draw blood and she shatters all over my cock. The tight spasms, her hips bucking between me and the wall, her screams of pleasure—it sends me straight over with her.
I bury myself inside of her. I come so hard that I nearly topple the fuck over. She moans and shifts just a little, trying to accommodate my girth inside of her tender flesh.
Even though I have her pinned to the wall and just used her brutally, it didn’t feel wrong. It was out of control, but I don’t feel dirty. We both wanted this. I gave her what she wanted and she shattered on me. Twice. She brought me with her, nearly both times, but she took everything that I gave her and asked for more. She’s my match. She’s my fucking match in every single way.
I don’t feel dark. I don’t feel ruined.
Not even when I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently.
She took the pain, the hurt, the ache of the past. She looked straight into my black soul, and she gave me back those parts of me that were stolen. Somehow, she was able to pick up all those broken pieces and reassemble them, fit them back into my chest in just the right order.
As if she can sense it, she watches me, her head craned to the side in a position that must hurt. “This is everything I had no idea that I was waiting for.”
She leaves those words with me, headier than any substance I’ve ever sampled. It’s those words that bring me a sense of peace after all those years of searching for it. Searching and looking in all the wrong places.
Then, because she’s Leena and she already seems to know me better than I even know myself, her eyes turn playful and sparkle with dark mischief. She licks her bottom lip, slowly,deliberately, she nearly kills me. “Is that all? Done already? I thought you promised more.”
“I’m far from done with you,” I promise darkly.
I’m just about to show her how much further I can take it, when my phone rings. I’d let it ring, but the damn thing doesn’t stop. It vibrates madly in my pocket at the same time, the noise completely jarring. Just when it stops and I breathe a sigh of relief, it starts back up again.
I curse as I stumble over to my jeans, rip the fucking thing out, and slam it to my ear. “This better be the most fucking important call of your life, Edge.” I didn’t have to check the screen to know how it would be. Either Edge or Snake, but I’m willing to put my bets on the bigger asshole of the two, since he always seems to have impeccable timing. “Your house better be fucking burning down.”
Edge’s voice drifts over the phone, raspy and dark and fuckingworried. “No, shithead, it’s not. But our warehouse in Jacksonville is.”
Chapter 22
Wraith
Every muscle in my body burns. I’m like a gas tank, running on a combination of bad fuel and empty, sucking all the crud from the bottom of the tank into my carb, blocking it up until all I can do is sputter and cough out.
What a fucking night.
What a hell of a fucked up fucking night.
Fuck.
