Chapter 13 #2
A reactive flame ignites my chest at the faintest taste of her skin. I’m so close to touching her, sensing the warmth of her flesh through the material, the danger of it burns through my veins.
I drag her knee up, spreading her thighs along the speakers. Then I anchor my knee under her leg to trap her in place.
Collins audibly gasps as the sound amplifies, encouraging my hips to press her right up against the metal mesh, where she feels the vibration most intimately.
The science of it can be an erotic sensory experience. Electrical signals cause the cone inside the speakers to vibrate, creating compressions in the air. As the vibrations intensify, the cone moves in and out rapidly, beating harder, faster, simulating sound patterns.
“Tell me you feel that,” I insist, my tone coarse.
Her breathing deepens, the enticing rub of her back against my bare chest a torturous friction. “Yes,” she breathes. “The vibration from the speaker…” She trails off with a hard shiver and tenses. “Oh, god.”
I leash the terrible impulse to give the necktie a hard yank. “You’re so fucking bad for me, starling.” The confession slips past my strained defenses. “But Christ—I want you.”
She rocks her hips in need of further friction, and I’m tethered to her lewd movements, viscerally ensnared by every sexy roll.
“Motherfuck,” I groan as I grind obscenely against her with my own needy response.
Ethereal sounds suspend us in the dark, intensifying this heightened moment.
And I’m lost to her—the way her nails scrape across the metal grille as she curls her fingers, currents licking over her body.
The desperate, erotic thrusts of her hips that is a goddamn infliction, almost unbearable.
How each breathy moan builds, more raw than the next as her body crashes against mine in a tantalizing wave.
She releases a throaty sound that racks my muscles, and the dark waters of my mind rise, forcing me to dig my fingers into her bunched skirt to keep from ruthlessly impaling her.
“The sensory deprivation—” her voice breaks with a rattle of fear “—everything feels more intense.”
Jaw clenched hard, I grit back the need to show her just how intense I can make it.
When one of our senses is deprived, the others go into overdrive. It triggers our primal instincts, urging us to either fight or run from the hidden danger in the dark.
And I’m desperate to unwrap my anomaly, to tear her open and discover what hidden danger haunts her dark corners.
There’s a monster in her past, and I want to wrestle with it.
“The adrenaline rush amplifies our other senses,” I say in a gruff whisper over her ear. A heated curse falls from my mouth when her only response is to rub herself over the speaker. “Fuck, you really want to destroy me.”
So damn tempted to hook my finger beneath her panties and tear them away, I have to brace my hand on the speaker cabinet above her.
Fingers tapping in time with the rhythm, I’m barely restraining the vicious craving to shove her to her knees.
Flip this tower over and force her to ride the speaker in the most salacious, filthy way.
My cock throbs at the prospect, and I’m only deterred by the fact that I wouldn’t be able to watch her through the dark.
My rampaging heart chases the escalating rise of hers, where—for a prolonged note—we beat in unison, an unbroken, resonant legato. Drawn into the pulse of her heart against my chest, its rhythm infuses the currents washing through me.
Like a beautiful symphony, we move in tandem, two celestial bodies tidal locking and creating a sound so transcendent it’s unsettling. Mingled with her soft cries, it’s more divine than a heaven chord ringing into eternity.
When she breaks, it will be a goddamn religious experience.
Every subtle movement between our bodies is slow and measured. Her inhalations timed to mine, her rib cage stitched to my bones, where every shudder pulls at my sinew. Frustrating and painful and gratifying.
The pulses in the music build, the bass hitting strong, drawing a cry as she tenses against the speakers. Tremors thrum through her body to mine, and my heart chases the frantic beat of hers.
She’s close—but I don’t want her close.
I want her ruined.
“Touch me,” she says, her plea a dare to unravel me. “Orion, please.”
“Jesus—ah, fuck.” Hearing my name pleaded in her desperate, breathy voice torches my control.
The dark tide batters my skull, and I’m quickly losing the battle to rein in these intrusive cravings.
“I want to pin your body to this wall, Collins. Trap you right here, where I can do the most unspeakable things to you.”
And some sick part of me whispers from the depths, taunting that I make all my victims immobile.
Her soft moan curls around the base of my spine. “Touch me, and I’ll let you.”
A violent anger tears through me, loathing this inadequacy within me that I can’t give her what she needs.
In shameless demonstration, I thrust the rock-hard evidence of my frustration against her ass, and her breathy, “Oh, fuck,” drops right to my cock.
If she begs me to fuck her, I’ll have little choice but to mercilessly ravish her up against this speaker. And there’s a difference between fucking and the depraved, vile acts I want to commit against her body.
Her beautiful light draws the darkest side of my nature—the sinister force craving nothing more than to snuff it out.
“Goddammit.” I squeeze my eyes shut against the violent images. Yet there is no escape from the vicious, wild chaos that thrashes in the void.
Her broken cries stoke a fire already raging dangerously out of control. The temptation to touch her, to taste her—god-fucking-dammit.
The aching demand in my cock begs to lower my zipper and take her while she whispers the last of her warm breath across my mouth.
To witness the desperate look on her face as she comes apart under me, her tender melody unraveled beneath my rough fingers.
To see the pain etched in her contorted features as her skin pales, circulation all but cut off.
Restraint lost, I seize the blades of the tie, my body crushed against hers. “Tell me to stop.”
Her throaty moan is an arousing stroke down my sternum as she shakes her head defiantly.
“Words, Collins.”
“No. Don’t stop,” she forces out on a strangled breath.
The fire erupts, and before I can leash the destructive impulse, I have the blades wound tight around my fists, eating the slack until I hear the sharp catch of her breath.
“Sweet fuck—” I grind into her, rewarded with the seductive sound of her choked moan as she arches her spine. The music swells into a pulsating rhythm, matching the fury between our bodies fighting to get closer, to burn with friction.
This savage need scrapes at my skull to be unleashed. Every wicked and sick need frays another thread of my control. The urge to mark her—to sink my teeth into her flesh, to draw blood just to watch the red bead and trail across her skin—is a demon roaring into the hollow abyss of me.
And for a single heartbeat, I let the lie coil through me—that this is the only way I’ll build any immunity to her. That I’ll find the strength to resist the sinister force when the void calls.
As her whimper cracks the air, I fight the feverish desire to collar her throat with my bare hand, desperate to feel the frantic flutter of her pulse beneath my fingertips the instant she breaks.
“Ah…Christ,” I rasp harshly, choking up on the tie. “When you destroy me, I want you to revel in the ruin, angel.”
Abandoning all resistance, I let the darkness have me as I pull the tie taut.