Page 125 of Hell and High Water

I almost whimper at the sight of him, standing over me, the stunning length of his gorgeous cock throbbing as he flexes, the promise of what he is about to do to me simmering in his gaze. It’s violent, passionate.

And I want all of it.

Surging up toward him, I wrap my arms around his neck, dragging him back to me, nipping and biting at his lips. He retaliates, sucking on mine, lashing my mouth with his tongue.

His hands match mine, gripping, clawing, dragging his nails down my back with torturous scraping bliss, all the way to my ass, slamming his palms down on each cheek, sending shockwaves into my toes.

Pulling away for a second, he glares at me, pins me with a stare. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I think I've been perfectly clear with what I want,” I say, reaching down and gripping his dick hard, too hard.

I see the flare of pain in his eyes, his teeth bared. A growl escapes his lips as I jerk him once, then again. He flinches slightly, gasping in shock, never taking his eyes off mine.

“Then you'll get what you asked for.” The words hit me like a battering ram.

He tugs me in again to kiss me, savaging my lips with his teeth, his tongue licking right after to soothe the raw flesh.

But it’s not as rough as I want him to be.

As if he can read my thoughts, he spins me around, locking an arm across my chest, one hand gripping my throat to keep me pressed against him. His hips drive in from behind, pinning me between him and the bed as he thrusts one hand down, spreading me wide open, dragging down to feel the slick of my lust for him.

My hands scramble for him, trying to reach back to grip him, to force him to enter me and fill me. But he’s not having it. His grip tightens around my neck as he thrusts two, then three fingers into my opening, making me cry out wildly. All I can do is reach for his hand at my throat, gripping his arm and holding on as he spears his fingers into me, making my legs give out under me.

“Yes…Yes!” I toss my head back into him, heedless of whether I hit him or hurt him, or myself. Nothing else matters right now other than any part of him giving me everything. “Fuck me with your fingers, fuck me as hard as you want, Evan! Please!”

“I will, Hell. I promise. But you have to promise me something.”

“Anything, anything!”

“Promise me you won’t hold back.”

“I promise! Just fucking do it. Fill me up, Evan.”

Turning around, he slams me up against the wall, continuing the vicious grind of his fingers inside me, shifting his grip to pin me against the smooth, cool wall of his bedroom.

The heat of his breath dances along my neck, up along my earlobe. “I’ve waited so long for this. For you.”

“What are you waiting for now?” I challenge him, grinding my ass back against him aggressively.

His lips pull into a grin as I do so, and he slaps my ass, making me gasp, right before he spreads my ass cheeks and drives himself into my core with fierce intent, nearly knocking the air out of me.

“YES!” I moan. I scream as he thrusts deeply, smashing me against the wall.

Planting my hands, I push back, driving against him as he plows into me again. It’s still just a taste of what’s to come. He’s toying with me.

Shoving off the wall again, I spin, forcing him to pull out, and I’m thrilled as he lunges in, pinning me against the wall again. With a powerful flex of his arms, he lifts me up, spearing me again with his unbelievable length, nailing me in place with his hips, his hands hooked under my legs, his chest pinning me against the hard surface.

The first thrust makes me moan as he crushes me against his chest, my teeth latching down on his muscular shoulder. The second shakes the wall, making me cry out for more. The third thrust escalates into a rapid rhythm, harder and faster, thumping like a primal drumbeat through the entire building with every impact of our hips.

With each thrum of our joining, I feel the world slip away. My fears, my worries.

Every once of rage and anguish I’ve felt the last few months, terror, and helplessness funnel into our lovemaking. Each time he drives into me, it takes a little more away, siphoning off my worries, making me spiral away into ecstasy tinged with pain.

The perfect distraction.

Completely consuming.

My body aches for him, from him, my legs burning from holding onto him for so long, the injury in my side throbbing.

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