“No more tears.”
I closed my eyes at the sound of Arlo and felt another tear move down my cheek as if my body was trying to defy his very words.
“It’s over,” I whispered and opened my eyes at the same time I turned around to face him. He immediately enveloped me in his arms and held me, resting his chin on the crown of my head, my strong protector who asked for nothing in return but gave me so much of himself.
“I love you.” I uttered the words, not realizing they’d come out until I felt his body tense against mine. “I love you so much,” I sobbed, meaning them with every single part of me.
He tangled his hand in my hair, the locks damp from the shower we’d taken together as soon as we’d gotten back to the hotel hours ago. He’d washed me so gently, wiping away the violence of the night, as if he needed to do it so desperately it was his only mission in life.
He tipped my head back so I was forced to look into his face, the light from the city coupled with the darkness of the room casting an ominous presence over him. I stared into his eyes and got lost in the depths. “I love you,” I whispered, wanting to say the words over and over again until they were seared on our flesh, forever tattooed on our souls.
I lifted my hands and cupped his cheeks, a light scruff starting to grow in, scratching along the sensitive skin of my palms.
He was brutally beautiful, my dark, avenging angel. He made me feel things that I’d never thought possible, that I’d never envisioned for myself. I never thought I could give my heart to somebody, that I’d ever truly feel safe or be happy.
But looking into the dark, turbulent emotions that covered Arlo’s face, I knew without a doubt all the things that had led up to this point in my life, all the ugly things had brought me to this one beautiful moment in time.
They led me to him.
“Moy svet. I love you as much as my dead, dark, and twisted heart can love anything so light and beautiful. I’ll love you until I can’t love anymore, and only then it’ll be because I’m dead and rotting in the ground.”
I rose up on my toes and pressed my lips to his, stopping him from saying anything. I dragged my tongue across the seam of his mouth, loving the spicy, masculine flavor that covered him—that was him—before delving inside. He was still so tense, but he tightened his fingers in my hair, holding me in place as he tilted my head to the side and deepened things.
This harsh groan left his throat, and I couldn’t help but soften against him, wanting that danger and darkness that seeped from his soul and surrounded me. “I need you,” I begged against his mouth, not realizing until this moment that I’d never needed anything more than I needed to feel Arlo’s body pressed against mine, his cock deep in my pussy, his power holding me down so I was forced to take it all.
The feeling of his arms tightening around me had a thrill moving through my entire core. I found myself tearing at his clothes, ripping at mine, needing to be bare, to feel skin on skin, to know Arlo wanted me as much as I wanted him. I needed to know I was alive at this moment.
And when the remains of our clothing were nothing but tatters on the ground, he lifted me up, his biceps clenching with power. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, desperate and hungry, starved like an animal unleashed inside us.
“I need to fuck you,” he growled against my mouth and didn’t wait for me to comply, to agree… to beg to be filled and stretched by him.
He strode us toward the bedroom, and I repeated, “I need you.” Arlo kissed me and growled between licks and sucks, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, his palms so big and firm, so masculine. The air left me when my back hit the mattress, when Arlo’s massive frame covered mine.
He used his knees to spread my legs wide, pushing them out forcefully so I had no choice but to stretch for him, to bare my pussy and wait for him to give it to me the way I wanted. And when he settled fully on top of me, the thick, heavy length of his cock sliding right between my pussy lips, I tunneled my hands in his hair and tugged on the strands as a moan was ripped from me.
“So fucking wet for me.” He thrust against me, his length slipping up and down my slit before moving back. Over and over, he slid through my cunt, my lips framed around his girth, the root of his shaft rubbing my clit with every upstroke.