Page 89 of Death Rydes Shotgun

She slams her hands against my shoulders, shoving me backward onto the bed of pine needles and damp earth.

Her mouth crashes onto mine with desperate, savage violence.

It isn’t a soft embrace; it is a collision of teeth, tongue, and raw, unrestrained bloodlust.

She bites down on my lower lip until skin breaks, drawing a drop of my own red liquid, which she licks away with a raspy, wicked hum that vibrates straight into my chest.

My hands fly to her waist, fingers digging bruise-deep into the soft flesh above her hips.

I roll us over, pinning her to the forest floor right beside the drop-off where the dead man lies cooling in the mud.

She pulls at the hem of my hoodie, ripping it upward, her fingernails dragging harsh, red tracks across my ribcage, eliciting a moan from deep in the back of my throat.

I shove her sweater up, exposing her bare, goosebump-covered torso to the freezing drizzle.

The contrast between the icy mountain air hitting our skin and the scorching fire raging in our veins drives us into a frantic, unhinged fever.

I push her denim down over her hips, my hand sliding between her thighs.

Her pussy is burning hot, and she’s soaked through her panties.

Her body arches off the ground with a ragged gasp as my fingers press into her tight core.

“Now, Ryder. Fuck me now,” she rasps into my throat, her teeth grazing my jawline.

I don’t wait as I work my own pants off of my hips to do as she commands. Aligning myself with her center, I drive deep into her in one hard, unyielding thrust, as I wrap my fingers around her delicate throat, squeezing ever so gently.

A high, breathless scream tears from her lips, swallowed instantly by the roaring canopy above as the wind kicks up.

Harmony wraps her legs tightly around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back, pulling me deeper into her core.

Every stroke is heavy, brutal, and syncopated to the wild, chaotic rhythm of the storm.

My palm clamps over her mouth before my fingers dip into her mouth, muffling her desperate cries as I drive into her again and again.

The slick sound of our bodies colliding mixes with the soft patter of rain against the fallen leaves.

Her fingers rake through my wet hair, her hips rising to meet every punishment I give her.

The absolute submission of my body to her dark will—the realization that I have surrendered my freedom, my blade, and my very soul to this beautiful nightmare—damn near sends me over the edge.

“I need to be on top,” she breathes, her eyes darkening with the need to dominate.

Without a word, I flip us all while staying buried deep inside her hungry pussy.

Harmony wastes no time riding me as if she’s trying to erase everything around us until it’s just her and me.

She’s underneath my skin, inside my veins, wedged into my soul, and her darkness is branded within me.

I’m utterly consumed by her, our bodies bleeding into one another until I’m not sure where I begin and where she ends. We are infinite.

“Oh, fuck, Ryder,” she screams as she slowly rocks her hips back and forth, grinding her clit against the shaft of my dick.

Her body clenches so tightly around my dick that my toes curl beneath my boots. She arches her back as far as she can while she grinds against me, and I think her body may break in two.

She isn’t making love to me, she’s staking her claim.

On this night, and on my fucking soul.