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He gripped her wrist and guided his cock to her—where it belonged. “Are you going to let me all the way in? Let me fuck you so hard you shatter? Let me break you until every tortured memory is nothing but ash and all you remember is how damn good we are together?”
“Yes,” she moaned, wiggling and kicking out of her pants and her boots.
He kicked her feet wider and bent his knees. With a quick thrust, he slid his cock inside of her. The force raised her to her toes, but it wasn’t deep enough. Wrapping a leg around his hip, she mewled, encouraging him to slide all the way in and mark her heart and soul. “Harder, Cannon. Break me.”
He tightened his grip under her thighs as he scraped her neck with his teeth. “I’m going to obliterate the bad until all that remains is the markIleave on you.Inyou.”
“Do it.” Before she could take another breath, he sank his teeth into her skin. As she gasped at the welcome pain, he hoisted her legs around his hips and slammed her into the wall.
“Do you feelthat,Snow Angel?” He rolled his hips and entrenched his cock fully inside her. “Do you feel me against your scar? Feel me erasing the damage?I’mthe knife scarring you now.”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes as he pulled out and speared into her again. A prayer ripped from her lips as he sliced her open. With each stab of his cock, each scrape of teeth against her neck, she clung to him, panting, pleading. “Cannon, please.”
“Look at me while you beg.”
She opened her eyes and shivered at the dark promise throbbing in his gaze. Release gathered low in her belly. Driving her core against his, she arched her back and begged him to annihilate her fears until they bled out drop by tainted drop. To finish marking her, claiming her with his strength and love from the inside out. “Please. Finish me.”
He stilled his hips. With a primal sound that shook the building’s foundation, he pressed her harder into the wall. “Not until you say it, Snow Angel.”
She opened her eyes, not needing to ask what he wanted to hear. The answer was written in his gaze that seemed to pulse in unison with the beautiful fury raging within her. “I feel you. All of you.”
He gripped her thighs tighter. “Where?”
“Inside my scar.” A tear leaked down her cheek, escaping from the healing tsunami unleashing its power within her body. “Inside my head. Insideeverypart of me.”
He let go of her thighs and gripped her face with both hands. “And?”
“And I’m Powerful. Fearless.” Wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, she anchored herself to the man who knifed her heart and set her free. “I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours, Snow Angel.” Dipping his head, he caught her lower lip between his teeth. “And don’t you ever forget it.”
He jabbed his tongue into her mouth and carved his words into her soul. The new, beautiful wound he inflicted bled promise and hope that swallowed the darkness and imploded like a supernova. She rode every red-hot slice of his tongue, absorbing every thrust until she shattered, just like he’d promised. And as his body shook and her name rasped from his lips like a gritty prayer, her broken pieces came back together.
THIRTY-SIX
Cannon glanced at the pilot’s death grip on the controls.
Damn fucking storm.Like they needed another obstacle to overcome. Nobody in their right mind would be up here in weather like this. But Cannon wasn’t in his right mind. Sane doctors didn’t relish the anticipation of someone’s death.
He squeezed his fist in his lap, his knuckles as white as the pilot’s. “Julia’s down there. We’ll get her.”
Turning his head, he looked at Rosalie. Agents Clark and White sat on either side of her, both assessing the storm that was spitting crystal chips like the snow cone machine in the cafeteria.
“We’ll get her,” he repeated for his benefit as much as Rosalie’s. Since they’d lifted into the air, he’d heard her through his headset reiterate the plan at least six times. Her strong voice quelled the raging riot in his head. They were in this together, at least until he guided them safely down the mountain. God willing, an opportunity to shoot Malgor’s brains out would present itself quickly, and this nightmare would be over.
The pilot banked the helicopter hard to the left. “Get ready to make the drop.”
Cannon glanced back at Rosalie. He could feel her adrenaline as sure as he could feel it coursing through his own veins. Could feel her fear, too. Visibility was low, but the sheer mountain face that made Lucifer Lair’s seem like the wheelchair ramp to the ER could be seen through the churning snow. If you couldn’t handle the wild ride, you’d pay. If you didn’t respect its beautiful savagery, you’d pay for that too.
Today, Malgor would pay for not respecting anything about Red Snow.
Cannon held his breath as the pilot landed the helo on top of the treeless summit. Minutes later, his board hit the crusty snow. He met Rosalie’s gaze as they tucked in their earpieces. As she peered over the ledge, he recognized the look on her face. It was the same reverence mixed with wonder that he’d felt the first time he’d been up here with Julia and his father.
He’d been a teenager, Julia around four or so, when his dad’s buddy had taken them up on a sunny day. Julia had sized up the mountain and said, “I can do that. We should have brought our boards.”
Over the years, she’d begged him to come up here, but he’d made excuses. Told her she wasn’t strong enough. That remission was a time to rest…and prepare for her next battle with cancer.
If she lived through today, he’d crown her queen of the mountain and let her decide what she was strong enough to do.
