Page 73 of Sangre
A knot of muscles at the side of his jaw pulsed. “I want to take all of you. Hard.”
Catching his gaze, she threw him a wicked smile. “Then do it.”
Pushing Isla’s knees up and bending them toward her chest, he shoved his cock deep inside as she cried out from the sheer pleasure of it. He pulled out then began jack-hammering into her, withdrawing all the way and then driving his dick back in—deep and hard. Each time, she pushed up to meet his thrusts, over and over, shattering her to the point where she couldn’t think. All she could do was feel and react.
Sangre bent over and kissed her, and she felt the passion flow between them. She kissed him back wildly, clutched him tightly, and moved with him as though they were one. The sound of their bodies slapping into each other only fueled her desire as Sangre pummeled faster, deeper—his eyes never leaving hers. “Isla,” he growled as he brought his finger to her sweet spot.
“Sangre,” she panted, her nails scratching down his chest.
He continued to pull out and plunge back in at the same time he stroked her hard nub, and a dazzling burst of fireworks exploded through her, coursing through her veins and carrying her away on a cloud of euphoria.
Sangre stiffened and groaned as he threw his head back, his hot come spurting deep inside her as he emptied his balls. “Fuck, Isla. What the hell are you doing to me?” She cinched his waist with her hands and pulled him close. He claimed her mouth hard and wet, and then he collapsed on top of her, her breasts pressed against his chest as her arms tightened around him. They lay panting and sated as his breath skated across her cheeks. Still connected, Sangre rolled onto his back, bringing Isla with him. Settled with her cheek pressed to his chest, she listened to his heart pounding, a loud thrumming, like a train speeding down the tracks.
She’d had some great sex before but never felt as she did right now with Sangre. Instead of feeling guilty or wicked, she felt alive for the first time in a long while. Sangre brought Isla to life, filling her with happiness and light—with passion and desire. She tilted her head back and looked up into his eyes, which were laced with tenderness and passion. He pulled her up, his softening cock slipping out of her, and kissed her on the mouth.
“That was fuckin’ awesome,” he said against her lips. “You’refuckin’ awesome.”
“So are you.”I love you. I have since high school. That’s why I could never fall in love with anyone. You’ve always been in my heart.She wanted to tell him how she’d poured her feelings out for him in the letter he’d never received, but she didn’t dare. What if he didn’t feel the same way about her?What if this was just great sex, and now we’ve become friends with benefits.A groan escaped from her throat.
“You okay?” he asked, stroking her hair.
“Yeah. It’s a little chilly.”
He laughed, easing her on her side, and then drew the blanket over them. “Better?” There was a smile in his voice.
Nodding, she snuggled deeper into him and closed her eyes.
The piercing ring of her phone startled her and she sat up, trying to figure out where it was. Sangre handed it to her, and she put it to her ears.
“Where the fuck are you?” Benz’s angry voice sliced through her.
“In the mountains. I’m surprised I have reception up here.”
“I’ve been calling you for the past three hours, for Christ’s sake!”
Benz’s anger didn’t belong in the canyon. She didn’t want to hear his noise or be sucked into his perpetual dark mood. This was her slice of peace, and she didn’t want him to ruin it.
“Hello?” his voice crackled.
“I’m losing reception. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Wait! Is this your way of punishing me for screwing that bitch? It didn’t mean shit—”
“I can’t hear you.” She lied.
“We have practice in an hour, or did you forget?” Panic replaced anger in his voice.
Shit. I did forget.“I’ll be a little late, but I’ll be there.”
“What’s up, honey?” Sangre asked.
“Who the fuck are you with? It’s that goddamn biker, isn’t it?”
She pictured him foaming at the mouth. The irony of the situation would be laughable if it wasn’t so pathetic. “I have to go. See you at practice.” She clicked off the phone then turned it toSilent.
“Do you have to get going?” Sangre tugged her to him, kissing the top of her head.
She leaned into him. “I forgot the band has practice tonight.”
