Chapter 14
SUNDAY
My whole body is alight. I am floating. The cool air calms my heated skin, and the damp grass beneath my back is the softest landing.
I have never come so hard.
I’m panting, my breathing restricted, my entire body is pulsating, my mind fucked.
What just happened? Did I really just do that? Demand something I had no right to, but going there, anyway.
Razor grips me hard, pulling my body to his. Effortlessly, as if I weigh nothing at all, as he kisses me hard, deep, and with purpose.
I am all over the place. A mess even but kissing him with my orgasm fresh on his tongue is exhilarating. It’s not enough, not even close, and yet how can I ask for more than what he just gave me. He took enough, but not everything, and I am touched by that.
He is still hard, his length pushing against my pussy, and I would welcome him inside with an eagerness that surprises me.
“Fuck, baby.” His whisper against my lips is a serious turn on and I gasp, “I’m sorry if you think badly of me, but right now, I don’t want to stop.”
His hold tightens, his breathing heavy as he growls, “Not here.”
“Where?”
“My room.”
“Okay.”
I would agree to anything right now, and as he hands me my bra, I almost forgot I was naked. As we quickly dress, I’m touched when his hand finds mine and tightens around it.
We head back with an urgency that has come from nowhere. It’s as if neither of us wants this night to end—the magic to go.
As we near the Reaper’s block, my heart is thumping so hard I could wake every man in there, and as we slip through the side door, Razor whispers, “Are you sure about this, darlin’?”
“Of course.”
My sudden smile catches him off-guard, and his gaze darkens, his intention written clearly in his expression.
I clench my thighs because I am so turned on right now, and as we head up the staircase, there is only one destination I have in mind.
The room is in darkness when we push through the door. I see nothing but him, and he doesn’t flick on the light.
“You don’t have to–”
“I want to.”
I sound tortured, desperate, and his low growl excites me as he spins me back against the wall.
His kisses are gentle, but his touch burns as he lights a trail down my body, tearing off my clothes as he goes. He sucks at each of my breasts in turn, his fingers rubbing circles on my clit, and then his mouth lands on it, sucking, probing, gently biting.
“God, Razor.”
I can’t get enough of him, and my legs are spread so wide it’s almost embarrassing.
It’s not enough though. I want him inside me so badly, and as if he can read my mind, he stands, swinging me into his arms, kissing me deeply as he moves through his condo, kicking the bedroom door open, before lowering me gently onto his bed.
My back hits the soft mattress and I stare in wonder at the giant in front of me, his cock hard, huge and ready as he palms it, his gaze burning into mine.
“Last chance to back out.”
His tone is rough, needy, desperate, and I gasp, “I want this. I want you, Razor, only you.”
“Fuck.”
His desperation is obvious as he leans over and opens the drawer by his bed, tugging out a condom, sheathing his cock in one sweeping move.
My heart is pounding, every nerve I possess on edge as he settles between my thighs, cupping my face in his rough hands as if I’m treasure he just discovered. His gaze is hot, intimate, and powerful as he kisses me softly, almost as if he is afraid I will break.
This time it’s gentle, almost caring, and emotion grips me hard.
His cock presses against my pussy that throbs so hard as it begs for him. He pulls back, staring into my eyes and whispers, “I want to imprint to memory every line of your face, every emotion in your eyes as I enter paradise.”
I swear I couldn’t look away if I tried, and as he eases in, I am surprised at the emotions I’m experiencing right now.
“Razor.”
My voice is soft, happy even, and as he pushes in deeper, I can’t look away.
He moves slowly, his gaze searing mine as he claims me in the most intimate way possible.
Body and mind. We connect more than I have ever done before, and the fact that he is huge in every way doesn’t even feature in this moment.
It’s as if we are on rails, gliding together like the perfect machine.
He fills me entirely: mind, body, and soul.
We move together, our connection strong, and as his cock grazes against my walls, I welcome every exquisite second of it.
He pushes deeper, harder, the friction bordering on painful. I bite my lip. I push up, wanting more. Sweat glides between us, hearts beat as one, and his muscles flex around me, reminding me a man is in charge right now, and I am more than happy about that.
My back slides against the mattress, my fingers gripping the sheets. My legs wrapped around his body. Dragging him in deeper, harder. I am taking everything I need from him. I want the whole of him, demand it even.
“You’re so beautiful, Sunday.”
His voice is hoarse, tortured, like gravel on a dusty road. His gaze like cut glass, his touch a branding iron.
“Razor.”
My voice is soft, happy even, and I smile, tears sparkling in my eyes as he gives a little piece of his soul to me.
It begins like a distant rumble of thunder, lightning not far away, and as the storm increases, nears even, my entire body is on fire.
Unlike before in the lake, this one promises to wreak havoc, and as he increases his pressure, ruts inside me like a caveman, my orgasm hits hard on repeat, as if it will never end.
My pussy clenches, my heart stalls, and my mind is fucked, as I unleash on his cock, squeezing him hard, forcing his orgasm from him, demanding every delicious second of it, owning it, claiming him, demanding his all.
He comes hard, the roar of a lion, the breaking storm. Armageddon even.
I take; he gives me everything and as he shoots hard into the condom, his entire body shudders against mine.
The dawn breaks as I experience an epiphany. Razor is holding me gently, his heart beating against mine as we come to terms with what just happened.
I have no regrets, not even one, and as I hold him gently, I finally feel as if I’ve found a home.