Chapter 20
F allon
Forever.
Was there such a thing in Navarro’s world? Was it short lived? Was it always chaotic? Was it finite and predetermined?
That’s all I could think about as he continued studying me, picking apart the years and my actions.
Perhaps he was incinerating the memory to keep his hatred and need for revenge intact.
With his breathing labored and his mouth twisted, I could no longer decipher what he was thinking.
Or what he had planned for me. For us. For the guarded bubble we’d been driven into.
His eyes darted back and forth across mine as he rubbed the rough pads of his fingers down my cheek.
“Did you know?” he asked with sudden reverence in his voice.
“That you were the boy who saved me? I wasn’t sure. I fought so hard to destroy the memories, but there was something about your eyes.”
He continued caressing me, his chest rising and falling.
There was such a struggle between us that couldn’t be explained, alongside a connection that refused to be denied.
But the baggage of who and what we were, what we’d endured two decades before was painful, but maybe not enough to derail the haunted anger.
And not enough to strengthen the tether.
I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I knew how I was feeling.
Confused.
I’d cared about the boy.
I’d hated the monster.
I’d hungered for the man.
Which emotion was stronger? Which one would win?
The scent of our passion intensified. His was woodsy and full of testosterone, a predator who’d ripped the shield of armor from his prey. Mine was laced with memories and fantasies.
Yet threaded through us both was a craving for darkness, an unrelenting need that pushed everything else aside.
He cursed in Spanish under his breath, “God help me, but I need you.” As soon as he slipped his hand to cradle the back of my neck, he dropped his head until he was able to capture my mouth. The electric draw between us was even more powerful than before.
With my body shaking uncontrollably, I peeled away his trousers, fumbling but able to slide them past his hips. His fingers dug into the back of my neck as he held me, thrusting his tongue past my still swollen lips. As always, the taste of him ignited my senses.
Somehow, I managed to jerk his pants to his calves. He took over, freeing his legs and feet of the unwanted confines. As soon as he did, he shoved me against the pool wall, grinding his hips against me. The feel of his hard cock sent shivers to the deepest portions of my body.
The kiss continued, his tongue dominating mine as water splashed across our heated bodies.
His teeth ground against my bottom lip, his needs relentless.
The man was all consuming, his darkness shadowing my light, yet all I could think about was how much I wanted him.
His touch. His heated kiss. His cum dripping from me after a long, brutal fuck.
When he pulled his mouth away, he narrowed his eyes and allowed his gaze to fall slowly to the water’s edge.
His mouth twisting, he shifted both hands, cupping my breasts. As he flicked his thumbs back and forth across my nipples, I rolled my hands up his arms to his shoulders. So strong. So masculine.
At that moment I sensed I was drowning in him, the longing uncontrollable.
I rolled my arms over his shoulders so I could tangle the fingers in his hair.
He pinched my nipples, twisting them in his fingers until I cried out in pain.
Every sound he issued, the rough growls and soft whispers vibrated against my skin.
The electricity was defining, a moment that would be forever remembered.
He jerked me from the wall, placing his hand on the small of my back. As he wound one hand through my hair, he lowered his head until his lips were pressed against the side of my neck. Every breath scalding, he trailed his lips down and across my jaw in slow and torturous motions.
I was suddenly drowning in the hunger, gripping his arms with enough force my fingers dug into his skin. Every action was as dominating as before, possessive in a way that could be considered threatening to some.
But to me they were a telling statement, the memory of our past sparking an array of strong emotions and feelings that couldn’t be controlled.
He pulled my nipple into his mouth, swiping his tongue around my areole. My heartbeat was uneven, my pulse hammering as he nipped the tender flesh. He rubbed his thumb across my other nipple, sending shards of current skating down my spine.
His mouth was so hot even the cold chill from the lapping water had no effect. I expected to see steam rising as our passion increased.
Nothing about the man had ever been gentle, and this afternoon was no exception. I remained breathless, blinking several times as I slipped one hand under the water. Being able to wrap my fingers around his cock nearly destroyed any concept of rationality.
Instead, I burned with a fire so intense I wasn’t certain I could stand to be away from him.
I stroked his cock, rubbing my fingers up and down the underside.
Sensing I’d created friction, I pulled back enough to bite his lower lip.
The taste of blood kept me tingling, feeling more alive than I had in years.
With an evil smile on his face, he pulled away, chuckling darkly as if he knew he had me right where he wanted me.
As if the man was trying to prove a point or could read my mind, he eased his arm under my leg, forcing it around him.
He pushed my hand away, shaking his head in a way that meant I would never be in control.
When he thrust the entire length of his cock inside, I threw my head back, allowing a ragged moan to escape.
Every touch was rough and possessive. I was taken aback by the sense of urgency. Not just from him, but from both of us.
I ground my hips against his, staring up at the bright sky as his touch shattered my very core.
“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured. “So tight.”
The deepness of his voice was thrilling, the tone sending another display of tingles dancing through me.
As he pulled out so only the tip of his cock was inside, I felt the weight of his gaze.
It was entirely different than before. No longer two strangers, but two souls molded by dark karma that refused to let go.
He laughed softly, knowingly, and another wave of heat swelled in my belly. Butterflies gave way to vicious stings of anticipation. This wasn’t simply another act of carnal sin. This was a beginning that neither of us had wanted but could never deny.
“Are you hungry for me?” he breathed.
“Never.” I jutted my hips forward and pressed both hands against his chest.
“Such a little liar. Just like you were all those years ago.” He plunged inside once again, stripping my breath and all rational thoughts aside.
“What do you mean?”
He lowered his head until he was able to press his tongue into the shell of my ear. I tingled as his actions became even rougher. “I asked you if you were afraid. Do you remember what you told me?”
I shook my head.
“That you had no reason to fear anyone because all creatures no matter how large or small were kind and loving. Tell me, Fallon. Do you think that today?” Navarro pulled out, every action he made torturous.
He slipped his hand to my hip, dragging me forward as he plunged as deeply inside as physically possible.
I was thrown by the sensations, my mind an incredible blur of sights and sounds. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the echo of my thudding heart. He was playing me like a sweet instrument, his heated breath skipping across my skin leaving me wet and shaking.
He knew he had full control over me, yet still continued to taunt me until I was wild with need. When he slipped two fingers beside his cock, immediately curling the tips, I was certain I’d go mad.
Gasping, I threw one arm over the side of the pool, grasping the rounded edge to keep myself upright. The very second he started to roll his thumb across my clit, I lolled my head back. The sensations were incredible, more so with the water splashing across my scalded skin.
The man knew how to make me suffer, eager for me to beg for what I wanted.
I opened my eyes, staring into the dark abyss of his irises. They were dancing and so alive, waiting for me to surrender in body and soul. I issued a sly smile, willing myself not to succumb so easily, but my mind was ripped away as the combination of his fingers and cock destroyed me.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Come for me. Come, now.”
His command was dark and deep and when his thumb pressed harder, his fingertips hitting my G-spot, I lost it.
I was instantly dizzy, my pulse out of control.
I was shocked by how thorough he was, taking his time to push me closer to the sweet moment of nirvana.
When I reached it, I bit back a scream as my entire body shook from pleasure.
“I love the feel of your pussy,” he muttered before nipping my earlobe. “I love that only I can make you this dripping wet.”
There was no denying the man or his words. He was right. My entire body quivered as I rode the beautiful wave, even enjoying the spots of neon light sparking in my field of vision. Only when the last shudders of the intense climax quieted did he resume the hard fucking.
I threw my other leg around him. There was no need for further instruction, no determination to pull away or deny him. That would be impossible.
He refused to withdraw his fingers, watching me the entire time I rode his shaft. I bucked hard and fast, never blinking as I gripped both his shoulders.
“You’re beautiful when you come, my halcón seductor .” His words thrilled me, keeping the warm weight of desire burning deep within.
I clung to him, fighting the urge to fall completely into him, unable to shove aside the closeness I felt. Being lost in the haze of spectacular colors and the drain of intense passion left me dizzy, yet hungry for more.
He rested his forehead against mine briefly while I caught my breath. Yet it was short-lived, the ruthless man kissing me again with even more passion than before. The flickering lights returned, a haze that I never wanted to end.
Right or wrong, I’d never felt as close to anyone as I did to him in this moment. The sense of urgency increased and within seconds, my pussy muscles were clenching around his fingers and cock.
He swept his tongue inside, drinking from my essence as I moaned into the kiss. His actions were more brutal, his thrusts harder and more possessive. Being lost in him wasn’t the worst thing that could ever happen, yet I knew in doing so, there’d be no return.
I cinched my eyes shut as my entire body shook violently. He was close to coming, his body as tense as mine had been. With my grip firm, I squeezed my muscles once again.
This time, he threw his head back, issuing a stark roar that was unmistakable.
Heartfelt.
And terrifying.
Where could we go from here?