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He whistled as he walked from the room. I turned my head, watching the lightning crisscross the sky over the water.
And the dark feelings from before continued to increase.
* * *
Crack!
Boom!
Isabella trembled in my arms, her fingertips digging into the skin on my chest. I’d slipped into bed with her, still awake after a couple of hours. I’d propped the pillows against the headboard, spending the time staring out at the approaching storm. It was taking its time, likely following the shoreline. But the violence and level of power had provided a spectacular lightshow. She was naked against me, the warmth of her body provoking far too many desires, the longing almost too much to take.
“Mmm… I don’t like this storm,” she said as she pressed her face against me. The heat of her body kept me electrified, the desire as strong as the moment I’d walked into the room. However, the closeness was needed for both of us in an entirely different way.
“It’ll pass.”
“You seem so certain of it.”
I laughed, kissing her on the forehead. “All things pass, no matter how tragic, disturbing or amazing.”
“As in life moves on.”
“I guess.”
“You don’t sound happy,” she mused as she lifted her head.
“As you might imagine, it’s impossible to consider being happy until you’re safe.”
When she ran her fingers down the length of my chest, pressing them against the crotch of my jeans, I took a deep breath. “Are you certain I can’t make you even a little bit happy?”
I rolled her over, pressing the weight of my body against her, grinding my hips back and forth. “Be careful, little girl. You know I like it rough.”
“And who says I mind?”
As another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, I was able to see the intense twinkle in her eyes. God, I wanted this woman like no other. “You are a temptation I don’t need.”
“But one you crave.”
“Yes.” I yanked one arm over her head then the other, lowering my head then brushing my lips across hers. When I pulled back, she moaned, the sound filtering into my eardrums, creating filthy images that were difficult to ignore. As I captured her mouth, she arched her back, whimpering into the kiss. I swept my tongue inside, savoring the taste of her, the sweetness that had become my drug. I couldn’t seem to get enough, my balls aching at the thought of driving my cock deep inside her wetness.
The moment I grasped her wrists together in one hand, she struggled even harder, my cock pressed so tightly against my jeans I winced from the pain. There was nothing better than exploring the dark recesses of her mouth, claiming what was already mine.
She wrapped her leg around mine, the friction creating enough sensations to send a blanket of stars in front of my eyes, colliding with the fringes of electric color occurring outside the windows. I wanted this moment to last, to enjoy exploring every inch of her body, but time wasn’t on our side. The sense of danger was as thick as the humid air emitted from our bodies, entirely too explosive.
The moment I pulled away, she nipped my lower lip, mewing like a small lion cub, asking for more.
“Fuck me, Jagger. Just fuck me.”
The way she said my name sent a thrill through me, as if our entire relationship had changed in the blink of an eye. I shifted my weight until I was able to unfasten my jeans, fighting with the dense material until I was free of the tight confines.
Isabella wrapped both legs around me, tilting her head as I maneuvered my cock against her swollen folds. When I thrust my shaft inside, her muscles immediately clamped down on the thick invasion, drawing me in so deep I gasped. “So fucking tight.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered in a small voice, the meaning clear yet I was stunned by the way my body reacted, the need increasing more so than before.
I pulled out, slamming into her again, the force rocking the bed as well as our bodies. There was so much heat, the need increasing with every passing second. I became the wild man she’d turned me into, driving into her with brutal strokes, taking what I wanted. There was no resistance, the woman meeting every hard thrust, lifting her hips off the bed.
The moment I let go of her arms, she raked her nails down my back, creating a wave of sensations. Every sound she made pushed the darkness away, replacing the wretched vibes with a yearning that refused to be denied. She was so wet, her scent wafting into my nostrils. I couldn’t stop, plunging harder and faster as the storm increased in intensity, the rumbles of thunder vibrating between us.
Every moan pushed me harder, the feel of her skin against mine becoming a powerful aphrodisiac. She was truly the method of my salvation, allowing me to share in the joy of togetherness. I gasped for air, fighting the need to release. I wanted her to come, to feel the same pleasure that I was experiencing.
