I laugh. He knows damn well that neither of us has life insurance. It’s not exactly typical for someone who works as an assassin, plus the premium would be through the roof. Besides, according to the world, we’re both already dead anyway.
His hands come to my waist, and I suck in a breath just as I go to capture his lips in mine, only he lifts me onto the edge, my bare ass pressed against the rough stone. I brace my hands against the stone to keep from falling right off the cliffside and plummeting to my death below, but fuck, what a spectacular way to go.
“Feet,” he orders, holding his hand out.
I arch a brow, but I’m so here for it, and instead of giving him a hard time like I usually do, I simply lift my feet off the ground and place them into his hand. He grasps my heels, his other hand skimming up the length of my legs before trailing back down, and when he curls his fingers around both of my feet and slowly begins to spread them, my heart starts to race.
He spreads my legs as far as they’ll go, bracing each foot against the stone until I’m nothing more than a buffet to be devoured.
He scoots my ass closer toward him until there’s nowhere left for me to go, and as I lean back against my palms, my hair whipping through the morning breeze, Raiden drops to his knees before me.
My eyelids flutter with anticipation, and before I can even gasp, his mouth is closing over my clit. “Oh fuuuuck,” I groan, my head tipping back as pure, electrifying elation pulses through my body.
His tongue rolls tight circles over me, the pressure exactly the way he knows I like it, and when his lips tighten over my clit and suck, my hips jolt. A loud gasp pulls from deep within me.
I feel his smile against my core as my chest heaves with panted breaths, and goddamn it, I can’t wait to return the favor.
Raiden adds his fingers to the mix, reaching up beneath his chin to my entrance, and the moment he begins pushing inside me, my walls begin to clench. “Yes,” I groan, just as his fingers push all the way in. They bend just right, teasing me as my walls tremble around him.
His tongue never lets up, working me right to the edge and giving me exactly what I want. I cry out, the pleasure building deep within me, my body growing hot, and hell, I don’t even care that I’m ass naked out on the balcony, screaming for my man. If the neighbors can hear, they might as well pull up a chair and watch, because the moment they see the way this man fucks, they’ll never be the same.
His fingers are like magic as they split inside me, scissoring and doubling the intensity as my hips rock against his face, not able to holdon much longer.
He nips, sucks, and rolls his tongue, and every second of it sends me hurtling toward oblivion.
On and on, the pleasure keeps building, tightening low in my stomach until it feels like I might actually break apart. Every nerve in my body is lit up like fireworks, buzzing and electric, the tension pulling tighter until even breathing feels like too much.
I release one hand, and it goes straight into his hair, holding him there as his tongue does wicked things to me. Then, as that familiar tightening builds within me, it suddenly erupts in hot, blinding waves, crashing over me so suddenly it steals the breath right out of my lungs.
“OH FUCK, RAIDEN!” I cry, throwing my head back as my hold on his hair tightens, all too aware that one slip could send me right over the edge . . . literally. But with pleasure like this, who even cares?
One second, I’m holding on, every muscle braced, every nerve wound so tight it almost hurts, and the next, everything breaks loose. Heat explodes through my body, starting deep in my core and rushing through me like a wildfire, racing up my spine and down into my legs until even my fingers tremble with it.
My back arches as my climax rolls through me in powerful bursts of raw pleasure. For a few seconds, I can’t think about anything—can’t focus on the cliffside beneath me, the vast ocean, or even this new life of ours. Nothing matters except the overwhelming rush of pleasure flooding every inch of me.
It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
My pulse hammers as my walls rapidly convulse around his thick fingers, my hips taking on a mind of their own. My whole body spasms, trembling as the high pulses through my veins, until it finally begins melting away, leaving me gasping for air.
I clutch his hair, refusing to release him as my body works through the aftershocks, and he pulls his lips away, just enough to press the softest kiss to my inner thigh, but his fingers don’t stop, slowly massaging deep within me, teasing me for more.
Raiden stands between my thighs, just the perfect height, and as his fingers keep working me, I grasp hold of his towel and use it to pull him in even tighter. I lift my chin, my gaze colliding with his. “If you don’t kiss me right now, we’re going to have problems.”
His hand winds up my body, skimming across my sensitive skin before finally closing around the base of my neck and sending my nervous system into meltdown. I suck in a breath, my chest heaving when he leans into me. “Is that so, Firecracker?” he murmurs, his lips brushing across mine, but just a breath too far. “And if I don’t?”
Goddamn. The way this man plays with me is going to send me to an early grave.
“If you don’t,” I murmur, my voice low and steady despite the riot he’s causing in my chest, “I’m going to remind you exactly who taught you how to fight dirty.”
His brow lifts slightly, and a slow, dangerous smile curves across my mouth.
“And Raiden?” I add softly, my thumb brushing along his jaw ashis fingers momentarily pause within me, far too distracted by the challenge he knows is coming. “You already know I play to win.”
His eyes burn with hunger, the desire radiating out of him and slamming into me, and within seconds, I’m off the stone edge and being pulled into his arms. “Bring it on,” he challenges as I feel just how ready he is against my core.
Raiden turns on his heel, striding into our bedroom, and before I know it, I’m all but flying through the air and crashing against the soft mattress. There’s a wildness in his eyes, a fierce hunger as he stands at the end of the mattress, looking at me like I’m his last meal.
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip as I brace myself on my elbow, unable to look away as he grasps the base of that thick, redwood cock, slowly pumping his fist.
