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“You’re so fucking precious, little islander. I don’t deserve you,” he whispers against the shallow of my neck. My body is on fire. An ache I’ve only felt from my own touch before throbs wildly between the apex of my thighs. Urgent kisses trace down my body, using his tongue, lips, teeth.
God above unleashes his rage as the sky fractures and batters the house. I writhe with every touch, stroke, caress. My body comes alive under Colt’s touch. If this is sinning, I’ll burn in the depths of hell willingly, accepting God’s wrath to feel this good.
Reaching the apex of my thighs, he hooks his fingers into the hem of my panties, slips them down my legs, and discards them. I inhale sharply as his tongue swipes out to taste me, making me whimper in need.
“Fuck, I can smell your arousal. You need to be eaten,” he growls, gripping my thighs to open me wider. My hips buck as he suckles my bundle of nerves. I’ve never been touched like this. It’s glorious. My hands reach up to grip the bed frame as he devours me, swirling his tongue, making my legs shake and core tighten. “Oh God,” I call out, quivering, looking down to watch him render me a shuddering mess.
I’m floating in a state of pure pleasure and need. Hands everywhere, lips touching, kissing, licking. The atmosphere quakes with the surge of desire swirling in the air around us. I didn’t think pleasure could feel so intense, so euphoric. Fingers part my folds as his tongue swirls and sucks at me, stealing my breath. My skin is alight from within, every nerve ending experiencing delights I didn’t comprehend my body was capable of.
My hips writhe, pushing Colt’s face farther into me, my core needing more. He travels up my body, his lips latching onto mine. “Taste how beautiful you are,” he says, my scent all over his mouth. My legs circle his waist. I can’t get enough. I want to be consumed by him. We’re not Mona and Colt in this moment—we’re two souls fusing together to create pure bliss.
I tug at his boxer briefs, helping to relieve him of them until we’re skin on skin. He’s pure masculine beauty. Smooth, tan skin over hard planes of muscle, his body painted in an array of beautiful pictures, memories.
“What will that feel like?” I ask in wonder when I see he has jewelry running like a ladder up his thick shaft.
“You’re about to find out.” He grins, then steals my lips, lines himself up, and thrusts inside me, knocking the air from my lungs.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groans. I’m being stretched and filled to the max. The jewels caress my inner walls as his hips piston into me, making me throw my head back in enraptured throes of pleasure.
I feel feverish. Sweat coats our bodies as we grind in sync, every nerve alight, energy zapping, sending ripples of elation through my body. “Colt,” I cry out as his strokes become more intense and rooted, swelling inside me, filling me up, tipping me over the edge. Light dances behind my eyelids. A tear forms, spilling to my cheek. The hot pulse of his release trickles from within me, coating my thighs. He takes a few seconds before easing beside me and pulling me against him.
“Fuck,” he pants, his breathing labored.
“Fuck. Fucking. Mmmm…I think I like that word.” I sigh dreamily into his chest. A chuckle rumbles from inside him.
I’m cocooned in two powerful arms, the world I once knew now altered forever.
My body aches in ways I never knew possible. Lazy limbs feel weighed down by invisible threads.
“What are you thinking about?” Colt’s voice vibrates against my ear, sending ripples of pleasure through every part of me.
“You,” I say truthfully.
“Oh yeah? What part of me?” He nibbles my shoulder, then kisses down my back, tipping me onto my stomach. I grasp the side of the mattress to anchor myself to the moment, feeling everything, my skin sensitive, nerves raw. Biting my lip, I lift my hips in offering, making him chuckle against my flesh. It doesn’t last. We both jolt when the bedroom door bursts open, making me scream in fright.
“What the fuck!” Colt shouts before moving off me and racing toward his brother. I sit up, gathering the blankets to cover myself.
“What the fuck? Is that your blood,” Colt panics, checking his brother all over for injury. My heart races, fear gripping my throat. Cash looks like he’s in shock, blood coating his hands and splattered over his shirt.
“Cash?” I gulp down my panic.
“It’s…she…Annemarie.”
“What?” Colt exhales.
Cash points behind him.
“Cash, what the fuck happened?”
“I found Annemarie. She was missing her heart,” he stammers.
Sickness burns my throat.
“Where?”
Cash turns around and starts walking. Colt grabs his boxer briefs and follows. I chase behind them as they descend the stairs and walk out the front door.
