Page 39 of Cry Havoc


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“Never?” Amusement flits through his gaze before his eyes narrow on my face. “We’ll just have to see about that.”

His free hand slides around my back, fingers teasing at the clasp of my bra.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Now, I’m just straight up challenging him. Drake has never made a bluff that he wasn’t ready to have called.

The smile that spreads across his face would be beautiful if it weren’t so full of deadly intent. “Wrong again.”

“Drake—”

He unhooks my bra with a single flick of his wrist, the movement so easy that I’d hit him if he didn’t have control of my arms. Everything this guy does is entirely effortless. That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. I open my mouth to yell at him, if just to cover up just how much I don’t want him to stop, but he stifles whatever I might have said with a hard kiss.

My nipples respond predictably to the cool air. I refuse to admit that the hardened points are related to the raging lust I’m trying to ignore. With my hands still held above my head, my chest is pushed forward. I’m practically on display for him.

“Jesus, your tits are perfect.”

His mouth latches onto my now bare nipple. I let out an involuntary moan. The heat of his mouth chases away any lingering chill in the air. Now, my body feels too hot, like there is a fire burning underneath my skin.

Drake has always had that effect on me.

He lets go of my wrists, but I don’t push him away. Instead, my fingers twine into the thick hair on his head, catching in the coiled strands.

“You should grow this out,” I say with a gasp as he sucks harder. “I bet it would look amazing.”

Lifting his head, he huffs out a laugh. “Like I have time for that kind of maintenance.”

“But you’d be so pretty.”

“I’ll show you something pretty.” He pinches a nipple hard, then swallows my cry with another kiss. “Take off your pants.”

He backs away enough that I can lower my legs, but doesn’t give me much time to comply with his demand. Both his hands are already working on the fly of my jeans by the time my feet touch the ground.

Once I’m naked, he pushes me gently back against the rocks. His bulge is large enough that he barely has to undo a button or two before the hard length of him is released. Otherwise, he’s still fully clothed, which has to be some sort of power play.

My hands grip his shoulders. “Take off your shirt, at least.”

His grin is cheeky. “What if somebody comes by? That would be so embarrassing.”

I aim a slap at his face, but he grabs my wrist before I can manage any more than a glancing blow. The fingers of my other hand curl under his shirt, scratching at his stomach as I grab at the fabric. He lets me yank off his shirt, briefly pausing his persistent assault on my breasts so I can rip the fabric over his head.

My lips press into his chest, just above his rapidly beating heart. At the same moment, he pushes himself inside me.

His hands come around my back to buffer me against the slightly jagged surface of the rock face. I’ll probably still end up with tiny scrapes and bruises before we’re done.

Despite his warnings about the hard way, his pace is unhurried. Drake rocks his hips gently between my parted thighs, until I’m desperate for more. I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to the only port in this gentle storm.

My mouth traces the line of his jaw, peppering the skin with open-mouthed kisses interspersed with nipping bites that aren’t quite hard enough to break the skin. My teeth close around the lobe of his ear. “Faster.”

Drake takes us to the ground, easily arranging me so that I’m straddling him. If the bits of rock and twigs pressing into his back bother him, he doesn’t show it.

“Ride me,” he commands. “Go as fast as you want.”

From this angle, I can’t move as fast as I want to and he knows it. His smirk flashes in the darkness as I rise above him with my hands braced on his chest. Cool night air blows across my skin like a caress.

In the dark, I can barely make out his features, but his eyes shine brightly enough to hypnotize me. The only thing that exists is the feeling of his body pressed against mine in the darkness.

It only takes about a minute in this position for me to climax. I collapse against his chest, boneless. He grasps my hips and pounds up into me until I’m barely on the edge of consciousness, finishing himself with a muffled groan.

“We don’t have to hide anymore, that’s something good coming out of this.” His breath tickles the fine hairs at my temple as he speaks, making me shiver. “Maybe next time I’ll take you back to Havoc House and fuck you in the middle of the living room. If these assholes want a show, I’m more than happy to give them one.”

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