Chapter 21
Wraith
“The only way I know how to do this is hard and rough.” Even if I wanted to tone it down, it’s fucking impossible now, with the taste of her cum all over my mouth.
I inhale her honeyed scent at that tender spot at her neck, the spot right between shoulder and earlobe. When she shudders, I trace the same path with my tongue. Her body vibrates against me.
I balance her against the wall, leaving my hands deliciously free to do anything I want with her.
My hand dips between us, to her gorgeous cunt.
Of course she’s soaked, the moisture dripping down her thighs even though her legs are raised and wrapped around me.
I trail my fingers through her swollen folds, parting her easily, opening her wide.
I tease her with a finger at her entrance, darting in just enough, pulling out, creating a delicious friction that I know she feels, because her breath turns into shallow little pants and her hips buck violently against mine, grinding down on my hand.
I give her my finger, all of it, burying it inside her. I fuck her hard and fast, until her thighs are quivering and my hand is drenched in her arousal.
“I want you,” she moans, eyes closed, the muscles in her throat straining with every word.
“What do you want? How do you want it?”
“I want…” her lips open and close, but no words spill forth. “I want you. Inside of me. I want you to make me come. On your cock.”
No matter how much I want to hold back, when she arches her back like a fucking cat and slams her hips against mine, I’m done.
Just like that morning, my control snaps.
I’m gone, a veil of black thrown in front of my eyes.
The only thing that matters is being inside her.
I part her legs with one hand and god, I love her scent.
She whimpers, opening herself lewdly to me, her head falling back again as I grip my cock in my fist. I don’t have to pump myself, don’t have to ready myself because we’re totally drenched already.
I thrust into her with a single hot stroke. She’s heaven. God. Damn. Fucking. Paradise. She’s so tight that I feel like if she clenched up around me, she’d tear my dick off.
Her hips buck forward, welcoming my brutal thrusts. She responds, wild, moaning, writhing and grinding against me, meeting me blow for blow, and I know she’s my match. That we were built for each other. That our coming together was inevitable.
Her eyes are closed, her features screwed up in bliss, and she doesn’t even blink or open them when I slam my hand into the wall right by her face to try and keep my balance.
I slide my dick nearly all the way out before I pound back inside of her, filling her deeper than before.
Her hips roll like a tidal wave, up to meet my brutal thrusts as I bury myself deeper, hitting every single spot inside of her that I can possibly hit.
She takes me all the way, until the only sounds filling up the room is our harsh breathing and the sound of our soaked skin slapping against each other.
She’s so close.
I bend my head, claiming one nipple and I bite, sinking my teeth into the dark, straining little bud.
She screams.
I tear my mouth away and do the same to the other one while I fuck her hard. She wriggles against me, gasping and straining, moaning and whimpering out her pleasure and pain into the stillness of the room.
“Yes,” she moans. “Oh god, I love it. I love your cock inside of me. How much it hurts and burns and stretches me. How full you make me.”
My eyelid twitches and my jaw nearly cracks, I clench it so hard. My balls draw up and if I thought they were in my throat before, they’re damn well in my brains now because I can’t think about anything but her. This. Us.
“You’re the only one, Wraith,” she breathes. “The only one. Who’s ever had me. Who’ll ever have me.”
I increase the tempo. I transform her, both of us, brand her as mine while her words swirl around us, as dark and possessive as my need for her.
When I rear up and claim her mouth, we’re both lost. I bite down on her lip, hard. Hard enough to draw blood and she shatters all over my cock. The tight spasms, her hips bucking between me and the wall, her screams of pleasure—it sends me straight over with her.
I bury myself inside of her. I come so hard that I nearly topple the fuck over. She moans and shifts just a little, trying to accommodate my girth inside of her tender flesh.
Even though I have her pinned to the wall and just used her brutally, it didn’t feel wrong.
It was out of control, but I don’t feel dirty.
We both wanted this. I gave her what she wanted and she shattered on me.
Twice. She brought me with her, nearly both times, but she took everything that I gave her and asked for more.
She’s my match. She’s my fucking match in every single way.
I don’t feel dark. I don’t feel ruined.
Not even when I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently.
She took the pain, the hurt, the ache of the past. She looked straight into my black soul, and she gave me back those parts of me that were stolen. Somehow, she was able to pick up all those broken pieces and reassemble them, fit them back into my chest in just the right order.
As if she can sense it, she watches me, her head craned to the side in a position that must hurt. “This is everything I had no idea that I was waiting for.”
She leaves those words with me, headier than any substance I’ve ever sampled. It’s those words that bring me a sense of peace after all those years of searching for it. Searching and looking in all the wrong places.
Then, because she’s Leena and she already seems to know me better than I even know myself, her eyes turn playful and sparkle with dark mischief. She licks her bottom lip, slowly, deliberately, she nearly kills me. “Is that all? Done already? I thought you promised more.”
“I’m far from done with you,” I promise darkly.
I’m just about to show her how much further I can take it, when my phone rings. I’d let it ring, but the damn thing doesn’t stop. It vibrates madly in my pocket at the same time, the noise completely jarring. Just when it stops and I breathe a sigh of relief, it starts back up again.
I curse as I stumble over to my jeans, rip the fucking thing out, and slam it to my ear.
“This better be the most fucking important call of your life, Edge.” I didn’t have to check the screen to know how it would be.
Either Edge or Snake, but I’m willing to put my bets on the bigger asshole of the two, since he always seems to have impeccable timing.
“Your house better be fucking burning down.”
Edge’s voice drifts over the phone, raspy and dark and fucking worried. “No, shithead, it’s not. But our warehouse in Jacksonville is.”