I let my lustful instincts drive me and grab my breasts, pushing them together for him, praying he likes it …
And then knowing he likes it when I see the fire swim into his gaze, his smirk turning savage and wolfish, I realize he’s gritting his teeth as he gets closer and closer to his explosion.
I tilt my hips, pump them, feeling anxiety flying away from me as my clit crushes against his pubic bone and his powerful cock angles even deeper inside of me, hitting somewhere secret and just-his, hitting my womb, it feels like, awakening things I never even knew were there to be awakened.
Whispering, it comes, at the edge of it all, an orgiastic hint that turns feral and then all-consuming, blazing through me, building up so massively it quickly becomes deafening.
“Oh, oh,” I whimper.
But my voice is hollow and all that comes out is a strangled twisted sigh of near-release.
“Do it,” Colton demands, his voice just as choked as mine. “Cream for me, Kat. Now. Fucking cream.”
As if his words are a magical spell, my body responds by flooding my sex with more sizzling sensations than I can even believe, a fury of tingling and fireworks exploding in my core.
He growls and pushes through the tightness of my pulsating pussy, growling like a prehistoric man finally taking his mate.
Dirtily, vitally, he takes me, and I sit down on his cock and feel myself emptying down his length, my squirting come making a river of ecstasy as I drench him over and over and over again.
I stare through pleasure-bleary eyes as his face makes the same contortions that mine must be making, the absolute give-over to pleasure, everything inside of us melting and reforming into white-hot glory.
We hover in that euphoric place for a long time—together.
We rock together, moaning and sighing, and then he leans down, brushing his lips against mine, as his seed shoots like fire inside of me.
I feel my womb give a whimper as his seed finds me, and I realize he was right.
My body’s been waiting for this.
I’ve been waiting for this.
I kiss him back, firmer, harder, leading the kiss. I move my tongue around his and dig my fingers into the flesh of his back now, grasping on for purchase as our bodies gyrate in the last starving moments of our release.
He collapses atop me and I hug him, squeezing tightly, some dark part of me still wondering if this is the moment he reveals that this is all a twisted joke.
But then he rolls aside and cradles me close to him, kissing my sweaty forehead and letting out a contended sigh.
“That was …”
“Perfect,” I finish for him.
He smirks down at me and I feel myself beaming brightly.
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” he says.Chapter TwelveColtonAfter the sex and the meal on the balcony – our closeness unifying with explosive fusion – we lay in bed together and I drift into the deepest sleep I can remember enjoying.
This is no on-the-edge sleep, ready to spring into action. This is the slumber of a man who knows that the most important thing in his world is in his arms, and now he can finally rest.
Perhaps that’s why I wake groggily when I hear her voice raised beside me.
Instinct propels me to full wakefulness when I hear the terror in her voice.
“What do you mean, you’ve got Rusty?” she screams.
I look across the bed at her, sitting in a silk bathrobe with her knees to her chest, the sheets crumpled all around her. Natural beauty paints her every shade in the half-light of the shadowed night, and her messy hair dances around her as she shakes her head.
“You’re a freaking liar, Omar,” she snaps.
Omar.
“Put it on speaker, Kat,” I say, a commanding note in my voice.
She glances at me for a moment, lips trembling, tears glittering in her eyes.
This motherfucker interrupted the most important night of our life.
He has to pay.
Kat presses a few buttons on her phone and lays it on the bed between us. Then she reaches across, gripping my hand for support. I can feel the terror now, just as I heard it when I first woke, and I squeeze her hand as solidly and supportively as I can, telling her by touch alone that everything’s going to be okay.
“Yeah, fine, put me on speaker,” the man cackles, sounding coked-up and deranged. “Are you there, big boss man? Are you ready to talk to poor Omar?”
“Poor Omar,” I repeat. “Poor Omar who tried to do disgusting things to a fucking child.”
“Ooh, look at him, he’s a tough guy now just because he survived my Taser.”
“So it was you.”
“You bet your ass it was,” the man whines. “And I would’ve shot you dead right there, no matter how much ransom you’d pull, if that gun had any damn ammo in it. You hear that, Colton, my man? You’re only alive because Omar here made an honest mistake.”