Chapter 6
Scarlett
An embarrassing moan breaks from my throat as I come all over Cormac’s hand.
I feel raw, wrung out, and filthy. But I love it.
He’s beautifully inked, positioning himself on his knees to take me. Every muscle flexes when he moves. Glowing skin stretched tight over hard muscle. He rescued me tonight, but he looks like he’s built to destroy.
And I’m studying to save lives. They say opposites attract. I’m never going to see him again. So long as he makes me mindless and leaves me unscathed.
Who am I kidding? I’m not making it out of this bed in one piece. Not with my sanity.
Not from that beautiful dick. He’s thick with sexy veins and a length that will destroy me. It’s the kind of tool between a man’s legs used to get what he wants. And to fuck a woman into submission.
His mouth is pure sin. And my entire body is on fire.
Wet lips move down my neck, and I’m ready to submit. Throw it all away again and go into the shadows with this guy. Let him corrupt me. One thrust of that thing, and I will be addicted.
I consider stopping, jerking him off, and kicking him out. But when he grabs the condom from the nightstand and bites the wrapper with his teeth, I change my mind. Damn, that’s sexy.
He quickly sheaths himself and kicks my legs wider apart with his knees.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks, his voice low and deadly serious.
“Uh huh.” I’m officially done thinking.
I just need to feel. Feel his dick inside me and lose my mind.
Watching me, he brings the tip of this cock right to my entrance but stops to rub it along my clit again. The pressure is unbearably delicious.
I feel everything get drenched again, wetness slipping down into my ass.
“Breathe, baby, it’s about to get intense.”
I gulp down one fast, clipped breath. “Do it.”
Cormac buries himself inside me, and with that one, swift thrust, I feel claimed.
“Claw at my back.” He kisses my neck, rolling his hips to get deeper.
I drag my nails along the rippling lat muscles while I dig my heel into one of his rock-solid ass cheeks to keep up his rhythm.
“Yeah, right there,” he groans. “So fucking good.”
“You’re impossibly deep,” I grunt.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, his voice strained.
“You’re so huge. It should hurt.” I squeeze my thighs around his waist to increase the friction.
He holds my face. “You can handle me, I like that.”
I feel his cock get bigger, wider, and I get so much wetter.
“Christ,” he says, his cock twitching. “You feel so good.”
I moan as he sinks deeper, bringing my tattooed leg up over his shoulder. The angle has me losing my sight for a moment.
“Fuck,” he says, and then pulls out.
Unexpectedly, he flips me over, and holding me down, he slides back inside me.
From behind like this, he’s hitting nerves I never knew I had. He drives in and out of me, burying himself deeper with each stroke. He grips my hips with bruising strength and delivers punishing thrusts to make me fall apart.
“You fucking bad girl. Taking a stranger’s cock. But you needed this, you greedy slut, didn’t you?”
“Yes, yes. I needed this. Don’t. Stop,” I cry out, my head buried in the top cover. “God, I’m close again.”
“Say goddamn please.” He pulls my hair. “Beg me to keep fucking you.”
“Please keep fucking me.” I feel his excitement grow as I say the words.
Another wave crashes over me, and my entire body spasms. There’s no mercy. I feel full and used and spent.
Cormac takes me harder than any man has taken me in bed. Rough. Slamming into me, our skin slapping. Our grunts and curses and pleas echo in the room.
“Christ.” He gives one last, deep thrust. “Fuuuck.”
I’m still trembling when he pulls out and collapses on top of me.
He turns my face gently, so our eyes meet. “That was incredible.” He kisses me. Hard. Claiming.
Then he gets up and tosses the condom in the trash can. Facing away from me, he puts his clothes on.
I don’t know if that took minutes or an hour. I’m dazed, staring out of the window when he comes back to the side of the bed, fully dressed and with the cup of water.
He gazes down at me with piercing green eyes that are darker now. Brushing hair from my eyes, I notice his hands are slightly trembling.
“Drink the rest of this,” he says.
“Okay,” I say, taking the cup.
“Thank you. I really enjoyed that,” he says and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Goodbye, Scarlett.”
And just like that, he’s gone.