The Betrayal (Unbroken Raine Falling 1)

With a smile, he looked down at Raine. His cock slipped from her mouth, and she rested her head on his thigh, eyes closed. Oddly, her contentment revved up his blood until he was fired up and ready for her again.

Damn, he was demanding most any night, but this need was over the top, even for him. And it was all because of her.

Hammer lifted her to her feet. Bleary-eyed, she blinked at him, body limp. Her legs didn’t seem able to support her, and she stumbled. He caught her with one arm and turned off the shower before grabbing a towel. Wrapping her in it, he lifted her onto the vanity and patted her dry, squeezing the excess water from her hair that continued to drip down her smooth back. A bolt of something deep and burning pierced his chest as he watched her pale cheek resting on his shoulder. He stroked her soft, soft skin.

With his arms wrapped tightly around her, he carried Raine to the bed and laid her on the cool, wrinkled sheets. She gave herself over to exhaustion like a child at the end of a long day, tumbling almost instantly toward sleep.

He stepped to the foot of the bed and gazed at her naked body. Unconsciously, she spread her legs for him. Inviting. Pliant. Once again his cock jerked to life, stiff and hungry for all she offered. In the muted light, he saw more of his markings on her, and that damn violent urge to take, mark, claim even more slammed him. He should leave her alone, let her rest. But why start pretending now that he was anything other than a horny bastard who would fuck her constantly?

Sliding onto the bed, he wedged against her side and sucked her nipples, toying with her clit. Her eyes fluttered open.

“Macen?” she whispered weakly.

“Yes, precious. I have to feel you again.”

“So...tired,” she whimpered.

Yeah, she’d had an eventful twenty-four hours. He’d used her hard. Liam, that fucking bastard, had taken her before him. He tried to tell himself that her fatigue was normal. But he knew that whatever Liam had done to her wouldn’t be any less demanding than what he would have done himself if he’d been fucking her all day. Than what he’d do to her tomorrow or the day after...or the day after that.

“I know. It’s just that… I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you.”

As his fingers teased her pussy, Raine lifted her hips to him, searching. She was wet. She was ready. She could take him again.

Calling himself a stupid bastard, he climbed on top of her and spread her wider with his thighs. A slow smile of contentment curled her lips. Then he sank into her sweet, so swollen cunt, and she gasped. Thrusting with deep, long strokes, he rode her hard. All the while she whimpered and clutched him with the last of her strength. As he demanded her next orgasm, tendrils of worry licked his brain.

All too soon, her arms and legs gave out, and she lay splayed beneath him, wilted and almost still. Occasionally, she winced. Hammer knew she had to be sore. Just one more orgasm with her, then he’d let her rest…at least for as long as he could stand not touching her.

Her whimpering cries of discomfort filled him with guilt, and with a curse, he pulled from her pussy, gripped his cock in a rough fist, and worked it until he showered her full breasts with his come.

He collapsed against her, panting, kissing her closed lids, her temple, her jaw. Then he forced himself to roll away. If he stayed here, pressed against her softness, with his seed marking her, her face inches from his own, he’d only try to fuck her again.

Jerking away from Raine, he cleaned her up, then showered again, dressed in a pair of sweats and sprawled out in the chair in the corner, hoping he could give her some time to rest…and wondering how many more nights might be spent exactly like this, watching her sleep as this insatiable need to fuck her again clawed at him.

Hours later, Hammer felt strung tight enough to snap any goddamn second. He’d ventured onto the bed sometime during the night and slept for a few hours. Now, he laid on his side, watching Raine in slumber. He’d been clenching his fists since he’d awakened. His rigid dick still craved more of her.

Gazing at the soft curves of her face, his heart swelled. She was so gorgeous, more beautiful than any angel in heaven. And he couldn’t deny for another moment how he felt.

“Raine?” He called out to her as dawn began to color the sky, but she didn’t stir. Damn it, there was so much he wanted to say to her…do to her.