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Alec pulled me against his chest as he let me spill out the emotions I’d been squashing down. ‘You’re strong Esther. I didn’t see it before. You were like this quiet, stony mountain. Cold and untouchable, I thought. But I was wrong. So wrong. You were a volcano, dormant and quiet, but with all this heat beneath it, this passion and fury just waiting to be unleashed. I see you now. And you can survive him, I promise.’
A mixture of emotions hit me. Dread clawed at my stomach as the idea of having to survive someone terrified me. Yet, Alec made me feel seen. For the first time, someone was seeing me as something other than one of the McGowans. People always saw me as a prize to be won for their own benefit, a friend to make to increase your standing in the crime community. Someone to fuck for brownie points amongst your friends. But Alec saw me, and that put a spark of that fire right back in my stomach.
‘I don’t want to just survive. I want all the things other people have. I want to be loved fiercely. I want someone who is desperate to be with me because he wants to be, not just because I’m his enemy’s daughter. I want passion. Fuck, what if I never have passion? What if I never know what it’s like to be kissed by someone who just needs me that badly they can’t help it?’
My tears washed down my cheeks as panic rose in my chest. I’d been with enough guys to have enjoyed sex, but none of them had burned for me. And now they never would.
‘Don’t I deserve that? To know what it’s like before being tied to a sadistic, horrible man for the rest of my life?’
‘You deserve the world, Esther.’
Then I looked up at him, to see his eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine and stole the breath right out of my mouth.
He lifted a hand and dragged his thumb across my lower lip, gathering the tears that fell there. ‘You deserve passion. You deserve a man who will worship the ground you walk on.’
Alec leaned in, his lips just a breath from my own. ‘Can I kiss you?’
‘Are you trying to kiss me because you feel sorry for me?’
‘No. I want to kiss you because I’ve been forcing myself not to since the moment we met. And if I don’t do it now, I might never get the chance.’
Did I want Alec to kiss me? The thundering of my pulse told me that yes, I did. It would make things even messier and likely break my heart all the more. But he wanted me, and I wanted to feel the burn of his mouth over mine more than I cared to admit.
‘Yes,’ I whispered against his lips, my tongue wetting them lightly as I waited, my heart beating impossibly fast.
His fingers trembled as he placed a hand under my jaw and held me firm.
‘Fuck, I’ve wanted to taste you for so fucking long.’
A tremor made my breath hitch as his words sent heat to that spot between my thighs. He’d already made me come twice in the previous days, but this felt like far more dangerous territory. Like we were putting much more on the line.
Then his lips skirted mine, deftly placing a tentative brush of a kiss on me. I breathed him in, smelling the chocolate we’d eaten on his breath as I melted against him. The gentleness caught me off guard, I’d expected him to rush into it, but Alec took his time and savoured the seconds.
His lips slipped to my jaw where he kissed away the tears, following their tracks up my cheeks, kissing away my sadness as I lost myself in him. It wouldn’t fix the situation, but it could make me forget it for a time. If that was all I could have, I’d take it.
‘You’re so beautiful, Esther. I’ve wanted to kiss these fucking freckles for months.’ I smiled as his lips brushed over my cheeks, closing my eyes as his hands reached down and pulled me over him so I straddled his legs as he moved his back against the tree behind him. Goose pimples stole over me as his hands worked their way around my waist, gripping me near the spine and pulling me hard against him.
I moaned as he wound me up, his soft kisses both delightful and infuriating. I needed more. So much more.
Pushing my hands into his hair, I pulled his mouth back to mine.
‘Look at you Princess, so needy aren’t you? So impatient. I love that you need me so bad.’
I whimpered as he kissed me again, this time giving me a little more of him. My mouth opened as his tongue slipped against my own. When he groaned against my mouth, I lost my shit entirely. He had been telling the truth. I could feel it in the way he touched me, in the grip of his fingers about my hips and the vibration of his moan against my tongue. He’d come here to bring me home despite the feelings that he’d been burying. Now that we’d breached the wall, there was no denying it, no tempering the want that flowed between us.
He deepened the kiss, claiming my mouth with a fire that I could have only dreamt of. I was floating on the heady sensation of the ravenous strokes of his tongue against mine. The world could disappear entirely for all I cared, as long as he kept kissing me with the heat he poured upon me.
His hair was soft against my fingers as I twisted them in the strands, holding him firm in my grasp. We kissed like we were starving; dirty, needy, and hot. When I felt him straining against me between my thighs, I pressed into him, angling myself so that I could grind myself against his rigid cock.
Losing any sense of dignity, I gave into the crashing cascade of sensation washing over me. When he pulled his mouth from mine to graze it along my throat, I greedily snapped it back and bit his lower lip before kissing him hard.
‘Look at you, Princess, giving in. Letting yourself burn for me. So desperate for my tongue, aren’t you?’ He shifted his hands into my hair and pulled firmly so he had access to my neck and ears as he spoke. ‘Where else would you like my tongue, sweet one? You like my teeth on your nipples, and like me to soothe the bites with my tongue, don’t you?’
I murmured as he swept his tongue the length of my neck before nipping at my earlobe. My hands fell from his hair to his chest, tucked between us as I gave into his firm hold.
‘Would you like my tongue on your pretty pussy too? Lapping up all the wetness that I know is gathering there? Maybe I should have you ride my face like you ground against my cock.’
A moan escaped as I imagined him between my thighs, his tattooed fingers holding me tight as he drove me wild. Yes. I wanted that. So. Fucking. Bad.
