Page 8 of Crave

I gasped against her mouth. She murmured my name, and rode me, angling her hips to hit her sweet spot, her hard nipples teasing the hair on my chest, and I cursed and shoved my fingers into her hair to hold her still as I arched up to savor every inch of her slick tight heat.

It was an animal mating with a tinge of violence, and we both got lost as we fucked each other. I shoved my hand between us and rubbed her clit, and with a cry she was coming and God, I felt every sweet convulsion and shiver as she squeezed me mercilessly.

I came right after with a shout, emptying myself while I shouted her name. When she slumped over me, boneless, I caught her and held her close.

Suddenly, the reality of what happened slammed into me. “We didn’t use a condom.”

“I know.” Her voice was raspy. “I’m on the pill and was tested recently. I’m hoping you were too or did I make a terrible mistake?”

Relief flowed through me. “No, I’m good—just had a full physical a few weeks ago and I haven’t been with anyone else since.”

She raised her head. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. I only wanted a sweet little princess who was really a queen whore.”

Her attempt at a punch landed weakly. “Dickhead.”

I laughed, relishing the scent of musk and sex that rose from her skin. “I’m going to run us a bath. Stay here and I’ll set it up.”

I rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom. I got the tub ready while my mind tried to make sense of what had happened between us.

I’d let her see all of me, and she’d reacted differently from any other woman I’d been with. When I decided to fuck without a shirt, or walk around naked, the gasps and hungry questions were more about them then me. I was a novelty, with marked skin and wounds that bespoke of violence, and to many, violence was sexy. I played up my past as something that wasn’t a big deal—a passing phase of too much anger and too many fights, with my father and at local bars. Everyone bought my explanation. They asked for stories and treated my battered body like something they could get off on.

Sometimes, I played into the role. Darkness was part of my essential soul, so it wasn’t that much of a stretch. I dosed out pain, gave them dominance and humiliation and endless orgasms. They walked away and I rarely saw them again.

But Landon had been the first to really, truly give a shit. She’d touched and kissed each one with a humbleness that tore at my heart. She listened to me without judgment, without pity.And the fierce pride and fury in her eyes made me feel like a fucking warrior rather than a victim.

I almost believed the pain had all been worth it, every second I’d gone through.

To get to this moment. With Landon.

I walked back, gathered her from the bed, and carried her into the bathroom. I liked the way she didn’t fight me, just clung tight and allowed me to place her gently into the bubbly water. The tub was beat up, but I kept it clean and it was big. One of the only perks in the apartment. I joined her, sitting behind so she was between my legs, her back to my chest. I soaped up a washcloth and dragged it over her back. Her sigh was wispy, reminding me of clouds floating. “Feels good.”

I kissed the top of her head and bathed her in silence, making sure to get every inch of her sweet body with the soapy cloth. I froze at the soft question floating to my ears, her voice ragged from screaming my name through her multiple orgasms.

“Do you think if we fell in love with each other, this intensity between us would be gone?”

Chapter Five

Landon

Listen to Is This Love?

by Whitesnake

The moment I asked the question, I regretted it.

Adam had cast a spell on me. I’d come over to specifically settle this push and pull between us but had no idea he’d completely claim me; own me; fuck me the way I’d secretly dreamed. The contrast between his humiliating demand I crawl to him and the sheer gentleness of his touch right now made my head spin. I was obsessed with the way he made me feel.

I was becoming obsessed with every part of Adam. He scared the hell out of me.

I want you to feel safe with me but I also want you to shake with fear.

His vow floated through my mind and reminded me I’d wanted this. I was helpless when he spoke in that rough, commanding voice. No matter what he asked, I longed to fulfillthe need, for both him and myself. I’d read about submissive tendencies in some erotic romances, but never believed I’d fully bloom under those dynamics.

Yet, Adam created a fire inside that only he could quench. He’d shared his body with me completely, along with his secrets. He’d trusted me to care for both of them.

But love?

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