Chapter 13 #2
Feelings she had suppressed unfurled from her soul as their bodies moved together, synchronized with the wildness of the moment.
Santi groaned, burying himself in her neck. ‘So good, so fokkin’ amazing.’
She had never experienced touch so fierce and consuming. Santi worshiped her body with a reverence that unraveled her.
When his mouth found her collarbone, she whimpered, her nails scoring his back.
She clung to him, to his heat and strength, the staggering intimacy of it all.
He was no longer a stranger.
He was her storm, and she, his inferno.
‘You want just a little more?’ he whispered, hoarse, breathy, ragged, gravelly.
She lost all reason, desperate for him.
‘Give me everything,’ she breathed.
He gave her another narrowed look,
‘Don’t agree to one night with me. I might haunt you for the rest of your life,’ he murmured.
‘I don’t care.’
She didn’t; she was that pent up with need for him.
His lips quirked, then they went to work searing her, sucking and biting her lower lip as he unbuttoned her top.
Both hands, heated and veined, reached for her tits, and, thrusting her bra up, he freed them.
Soleil moaned when his scorching mouth fell on them.
Suckling, pulling, teasing, driving her to oblivion.
She stared at him, loving her, then at the energy arcing around them, lashing them with even more bliss.
Her head flew back, hair flying.
All that mattered was the feel of his lips against hers, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with the cyclone.
Then he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and heavy, his voice velvet gritted across her heated skin. ‘Trust me, mi sol.’
He pulled away and turned her around without another word, pressing her front to the back of the lounge.
His hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, and driving her wild with desire.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she succumbed to the intensity of the passion that took hold of her.
She caught the sound of unzipping, followed by the rustle of his clothes being divested.
Then he tugged her leggings down, and a solid, sinewed, muscled thigh, its hairs prickling her tender inner leg, separated her own.
‘You sure?’ came her last-ditch opportunity to bail out.
‘Stop talking already,’ she breathed, hugging the couch she was leaning on with one hand, hips surging back as his heated cock hit her ass, scorching her skin.
She swiveled and reached behind her on instinct, hands closing around the thick, pulsing steel rod.
Soleil gasped, wanting him inside her now.
‘Don’t regret this,’ he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and heavy, his voice a seductive mix of velvet and gravel as he thrust into her fist.
‘I won’t. Make me forget.’
His chest rumbled. ‘I’ll do more than that. I’ll make you remember this forever.’
As he growled, his finger curled into her slit, making her gasp.
He flicked her clit, and she almost lost it.
‘So wet for me,’ he breathed.
Reclaiming his cock, he lined it up, and with a snarled growl, he plunged into her, filling her tightness with his thick, heated length.
Soleil flung her head back and screamed into the storm, hands scrabbling along the divan for purchase.
As he thrust deeper, the spectral squall raged on as if their spirits and souls were responding to the intensity of their love.
His gravelly rasp breathed over her shoulder as he murmured words in a lexicon she didn’t understand, but somehow comprehended.
In between their ardent, passionate ecstasy, he picked and pulled at her nipples, flicked them, and kept her thighs apart as his other hand went untamed on her clit.
His mouth, hot and wet, fell onto Soleil’s upper arm and nape, kissing, nipping, sucking on her skin.
Her nails dug into one of his arms, which banded around her.
Every thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, each touch a symphony of desire. Her moans mingled with the sound of the storm, lost in this moment, in the wild, an unbridled passion that overtook her.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck, his voice a growl in her ear, his hands tweaking her puffy, swollen nipples.
‘So beautiful, woman,’ he whispered, pounding into her with a frenzied intensity.
Her heart raced, her mind a swirling vortex of lust and fear, as she clung to the sofa and swirled her hips back, chasing her ecstasy.
It came in a colossal wave that crashed over her.
She shook as the orgasm hit hard, a tidal deluge of pleasure and release that threatened to consume her whole being.
She screamed, her voice swallowed in the cyclone that seemed to echo her passion, so close to blacking out from the sheer bliss of it all.
Still, on and on, it rolled over her, her entire essence convulsing, her moans echoing through the storm.
He clung to her, fingers digging into her skin, his inhales coming in ragged gasps as he pumped harder.
At that moment, she sensed the ultimate tempest had been unleashed within her - a wild, untamed ecstasy that overtook her body, mind, and soul.
He thrust one more time, his hips pounding into her as he groaned out his release, collapsing on her back, where he shuddered, his breath in harsh intakes.
She slumped on the divan backrest, her breath ragged, her limbs pulsating.
He pulled out of her with slow care, his fingers still trailing along her sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine.
He turned her, eyes locked onto hers, satisfaction and desire curling in their depths.
He leaned in and whispered into her ear in that velvet snarl that was so freakin’ possessive.
‘Mierda. Eres mi sol y mi luz.’
She understood a few of the words, and her face flushed red.
She had never been any man’s precious light, let alone his sun.
Hearing him say the utterance almost made her believe it.
Swaying forward, unable to resist him, she reached for him, heart racing, mind reeling from the intensity of the experience she had just shared with him.
His lips captured hers in another searing kiss as the spectral storm above and around them continued to rage.
The atmosphere seemed tinged with a sense of whirlwind encounter, a wild, untamed fierceness that she understood, even then, had forever transformed me.
Enveloped in his arms, Soleil realized this was the meaning of life for her.
A connection so intense and all-consuming that it defied all reason.
This was no ordinary passion but a force of nature, a hurricane of desire threatening to upend her entire world.
His eyes gleamed with hunger and possessiveness as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.
He leaned forward and gave her an unexpected soft press of his lips on her forehead, then lower to give her one last searing kiss.
When they pulled apart, they were both panting.
They stared at each other, and at the same time, his spectral wolf shimmered and flashed on the ceiling above.
It was wild, like they’d been hit with a divine spark.
Soleil shook to her core, trembling, gone for him.