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And for a few seconds I wondered if this was what love felt like.
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Phoenix
I was far too hungry to go with niceties with the woman tonight. She’d interrupted my moment of silence, my attempt at curtailing the beast. My brother’s words remained a sharp dagger in my chest, the need for violence as intense as it had ever been.
I’d wanted to destroy everything in the kitchen, smashing dishes and shattering glasses until the rage inside me abated.
Then Whitney had walked in.
All fire and ice.
Obliterating anything but my need to be inside of her.
The sweet taste of her lingered on my lips, boosting the ache in my balls. I was in a rare place, a zone of hunger that only rough sex could appease. As I tore her off the island, she wrapped her long legs around my hips, interlocking her feet. Just the sight of her pretty crimson toes leading up to shapely ankles had been enough to tear down my defenses. The woman had the ability to cast aside all the darkness, showering me with light.
Now I needed to fill her with my seed.
I pushed her against the refrigerator, thrusting my cock inside. She threw her head back, laughing from the roughness I’d used. Then she raked her nails down my back, the pain an incredible series of sensations. The woman was electrified.
Insatiable.
Feral.
Her needs matched mine, the look in her eyes captivating and as dark as the filthy thoughts firing off in my brain. Together we were a firestorm, a force to be reckoned with. I rolled onto the balls of my feet, plunging hard and fast. I would never be able to get enough of her.
“Harder,” she said, her voice a husky whisper.
“You’re a wildcat.”
“Uh-huh.”
I spun her around, smacking her against the island as I developed a brutal rhythm, her muscles still stretching as I continued to swell. She was so wet, the scent of our combined desires the sweetest fragrance.
Her eyes were dilated, her mouth open in a daring invitation. I dropped my head, nipping her earlobe, raking my teeth down the side of her neck. She threw out her arms, managing to catch a basket of fruit. As it cascaded across the floor, she laughed, the sound of her voice silky and raw from passion.
Everything about her was tumultuous and uncontained, a firefly caught in a jar.
And I’d been the bad man to capture her.
She wrapped her hand around the back of my neck, her chest rising and falling, her eyes never blinking. I was caught off guard by the raging hunger billowing inside of her, the crazed need we both felt all consuming.
We were both breathless, her slight laughter highlighting the vixen I knew her to be. I shifted again, finally easing her onto her feet. When I jerked her around to face the counter, forcing her over the edge, she clawed at the granite, daring to think she could get away from me.
I brought my hand down on her bottom several times, nothing more than a reminder that she’d never be in charge. She purred her response and every cell in my body clutched, another wave of desire rolling to the surface.
How could a woman have this much of an effect on me? The rhyme or reason no longer mattered. She was in my life for good. I’d kill anyone who dared try to take her away from me with my bare hands. The woman had the ability to make me want to forget my life, all the ugly responsibilities that came with my position.
I cracked my hand on her bottom four more times before thrusting her arms over her head, wrapping one hand around both her wrists. She undulated underneath me, doing everything she could to get out of my hold. Our relationship would always be tumultuous, striking a thin balance between love and hate. That excited the sadist inside of me.
“So horrible,” she whispered.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, beauty. I’m your worst nightmare.”
Her laugh sparked another wave of current through every muscle. As I drove my cock inside once again, she closed her eyes, panting. I rolled my body over hers, grinding against her until my shaft was fully seated inside. There was no stopping my insatiable need. I became the savage she’d initially feared, driving into her with enough fury, I could feel the anger just below the surface.
Whitney flexed then fisted her fingers, her heart thumping. I refused to stop, my need to ravage her unlike anything I’d felt in a long time. The rush of adrenaline was kicking my ass, my control slipping. But I wasn’t finished with her yet.
