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“It’s over,” I whispered and opened my eyes at the same time I turned around to face him. He immediately enveloped me in his arms and held me, resting his chin on the crown of my head,my strong protector who asked for nothing in return but gave me so much of himself.
“I love you.” I uttered the words, not realizing they’d come out until I felt his body tense against mine. “I love you so much,” I sobbed, meaning them with every single part of me.
He tangled his hand in my hair, the locks damp from the shower we’d taken together as soon as we’d gotten back to the hotel hours ago. He’d washed me so gently, wiping away the violence of the night, as if he needed to do it so desperately it was his only mission in life.
He tipped my head back so I was forced to look into his face, the light from the city coupled with the darkness of the room casting an ominous presence over him. I stared into his eyes and got lost in the depths. “I love you,” I whispered, wanting to say the words over and over again until they were seared on our flesh, forever tattooed on our souls.
I lifted my hands and cupped his cheeks, a light scruff starting to grow in, scratching along the sensitive skin of my palms.
He was brutally beautiful, my dark, avenging angel. He made me feel things that I’d never thought possible, that I’d never envisioned for myself. I never thought I could give my heart to somebody, that I’d ever truly feel safe or be happy.
But looking into the dark, turbulent emotions that covered Arlo’s face, I knew without a doubt all the things that had led up to this point in my life, all the ugly things had brought me to this one beautiful moment in time.
They led me to him.
“Moy svet.I love you as much as my dead, dark, and twisted heart can love anything so light and beautiful. I’ll love you until I can’t love anymore, and only then it’ll be because I’m dead and rotting in the ground.”
I rose up on my toes and pressed my lips to his, stopping him from saying anything. I dragged my tongue across the seam of his mouth, loving the spicy, masculine flavor that covered him—thatwas him—before delving inside. He was still so tense, but he tightened his fingers in my hair, holding me in place as he tilted my head to the side and deepened things.
This harsh groan left his throat, and I couldn’t help but soften against him, wanting that danger and darkness that seeped from his soul and surrounded me. “I need you,” I begged against his mouth, not realizing until this moment that I’d never needed anything more than I needed to feel Arlo’s body pressed against mine, his cock deep in my pussy, his power holding me down so I was forced to take it all.
The feeling of his arms tightening around me had a thrill moving through my entire core. I found myself tearing at his clothes, ripping at mine, needing to be bare, to feel skin on skin, to know Arlo wanted me as much as I wanted him. I needed to know I was alive at this moment.
And when the remains of our clothing were nothing but tatters on the ground, he lifted me up, his biceps clenching with power. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, desperate and hungry, starved like an animal unleashed inside us.
“I need to fuck you,” he growled against my mouth and didn’t wait for me to comply, to agree… to beg to be filled and stretched by him.
He strode us toward the bedroom, and I repeated, “I need you.” Arlo kissed me and growled between licks and sucks, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, his palms so big and firm, so masculine. The air left me when my back hit the mattress, when Arlo’s massive frame covered mine.
He used his knees to spread my legs wide, pushing them out forcefully so I had no choice but to stretch for him, to bare mypussy and wait for him to give it to me the way I wanted. And when he settled fully on top of me, the thick, heavy length of his cock sliding right between my pussy lips, I tunneled my hands in his hair and tugged on the strands as a moan was ripped from me.
“So fucking wet for me.” He thrust against me, his length slipping up and down my slit before moving back. Over and over, he slid through my cunt, my lips framed around his girth, the root of his shaft rubbing my clit with every upstroke.
“Arlo. God, yes.” I could have gotten off on this alone, the rocking motion, the feel of his weight on me, pushing me down on the bed, making me take what he had to give me.
I was so wet, soaked, my inner thighs smeared with my arousal for him.
“So ready for me,” he growled against the side of my neck, biting down on the flesh hard enough I cried out from pleasure and pain, knowing there would be bruises come morning, fingertip-sized ones on my waist, hickeys on my neck.
I speared my hands in his hair, keeping him right where he was, begging for more, harder… all of it. I lifted my hips, silently demanding. I needed him inside me so deep I didn't know where I ended and he began.
And then the tip nudged at my pussy hole a second before he lifted his head slightly and looked me in the eyes. “Moya.”Mine.He thrust all those inches into me so hard my back arched, my breasts shook, and a painfully aroused sound left my mouth. “You’re mine,” he grunted as he thrust into me hard once more, sliding out until the tip was lodged in my entrance, then pushed back in.
“Yes,” I cried out.
He fucked me with fast strokes, ones that made me feel like he was staking his claim irrevocably, that he was showing me with his body that I’d never get away, that I was his. His hipsslammed against me, the sloppy, wet sound of our fucking so dirty, so raunchy, that I was almost on the verge of coming from that alone.
He was brutal, the motions pushing me up the bed from the force. Arlo slipped his hand under me and up my back, curling his fingers over one shoulder, keeping me in place as he worked his cock in and out of me.
This wasn’t making love. This was raw, hard-core fucking. He was a feral beast, his body corded with strength and deadly precision. It was like he was losing just as much control as I felt like I was inside. And all I could do was hold on to him, my legs wrapped around his waist, my hands still tangled in his hair. He was biting and licking at my neck, making inhuman sounds that drove me perilously close to orgasm. His grunts, my moans, and the noise of our wet sex slapping together surrounded my head and filled the room.
“You’re mine, and I will never let you go.” He slammed so hard into me, hitting a secret spot that had my eyes rolling back in my head and the air being forced from my lungs. “Now come for me.”
I came, my body obeying Arlo instantaneously.
“Fuck yeah. That’s it. Even your body knows you’re mine.”
The vibrations from his voice went right to my clit, engorging the tiny bundle even more until I was nothing but a mindless fiend, thrashing my head back and forth, trying to stay conscious. I knew Arlo was the only thing that could give me the fix I needed. He was the only thing that had brought life into every single part of me.
