Page 90 of Hearts Of Darkness

My lungs are on fire. Each new thrust is ripping the air clean from them. “Dante!” I scream again, as waves of pleasure engulf my body.

My tears of relief smear across my face as he continues to drive into me. My inner muscles are still rippling from the aftereffects of my second orgasm when he tenses with a groan. I feel his cock jerking inside of me, and then he’s pulling out and spinning me around, his cum still pumping from his body. Yanking my legs even further apart, he drops to his knees to feast on my sex, closing his lips around my still-sensitive clit and drawing hard.

“Oh God…oh fuck!”

I’m coming for a third time, crying out and grinding myself into his mouth to intensify my pleasure. Afterward, I slump forward and wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face in his sweat and vitality. He slides to the floor and pulls me down with him, cradling my throbbing body in his arms as we race to catch our breath together.

“I missed you,” I hear him say. “Dreams were like torture. You were so present, so vivid, but when morning came it was like you’d been torn from my arms again.”

“Then why avoid me tonight?” I say, nuzzling in closer.

“It’s complicated.”

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

His arms convulse around my shoulders. “Neverquestion my affection for you. I meant to leave, but I couldn’t get past the damn exit knowing you were there. I had to see you. I had to taste you. Six weeks is an eternity to be parted from you.” He presses his lips to my temple and my body shudders.

“That man in the club… Rick Sanders. He said Emilio was still alive.”

“He won’t get to you. I won’t let him. I have my army back. He gambled everything and lost. I’ve doubled your security in recent weeks. Half the men in Sanders’ club tonight were mine.”

He sounds so confident, so sure of his methods to keep me safe. As a result, I feel a gossamer-thin veil of relief drifting over me. I’m secure. I’m back in his arms. There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.

“You said you’d come for me, and here you are,” I whisper.

“I always keep my promises to you.”

“Are you staying in Miami for a while?”

I feel him shake his head. “I can only fly under the radar of the authorities for so long. My business here is done. We travel to Colombia tomorrow night to resume the hunt for my brother.”

The edges of our future start blurring again.

“One day at a time,mi alma,” he says with a sigh, sensing my despair.

“But it’ll be another day without you.” I shift position to clamber astride him, taking his face in my hands and marveling at the strength beneath my fingertips. “Now that you’vereturned to me, I never want to let you go.”

“Always hunting. Always the hunted. It’s my penance for a life without morality, Eve.”

I stare at him in silence. I have to trust in the light that I’ve sensed in him. I have to believe that my betrayal of my brother’s memory will count for something.

“You can’t fix me, Eve,” he says, reading my mind again. “You can never undo the things I’ve done.”

“You were a good man once. I have to at least try…”

He scoffs and shakes his head, but I sense a part of him is desperately seeking validation in what I’ve said.

“Hey, don’t overthink us so much,” I tease gently, echoing his own words back to him as I run my fingers through his hair.

He closes his eyes briefly before bucking his hips and pitching me forward into his chest. “Smart ass,” he growls, and I feel his arms tightening around me.

“So, you’re wicked and depraved, and you have really, really bad interior design skills.” I glance around the room. “I bet you only screwed me over the couch ‘cos you forgot to buy a bed.”

“Oh, there’s a bed, my angel,” he says, his voice husky with lust. “You’ll find out about that later.”

“Why later? Why not now?”

He lifts his eyebrows at me. “Insatiable, are we?”

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