Page 35 of Fast Vengeance

Heat sizzled along his nerve endings, his cock swelling as he approached the point of no return. And when she leaned down to offer him her breasts once more, his control snapped.

“Untie me,” he growled, no longer caring about the power dynamic, needing only to touch her, hold her and make sure she came before he did.

Her eyes flew open. She stared at him for a heartbeat, hesitating, then reached up to undo the binding with unsteady fingers. Relief slammed through him.

The moment his hands were free, he levered up to grasp her around the back and drew her torso higher so he could suck her nipples properly. A loud, sweet moan rolled out of her throat. She curled her fingers around his shoulder to anchor herself and rocked faster on his cock, her fingers still caressing her clit.

Fuck. Fuck, it was so intense. He reached down to grasp her hip, hold her steady as he lifted into her rhythm, helping her with the angle, his mouth busy teasing her nipple.

“Ah, Brock, ahhh…”

Yeah. Like that.

Just like that.

He gripped her tighter, fought the urge to surge into her, forced himself to keep his thrusts to an easy glide. Her sex squeezed him with each slick stroke, dragging guttural moans out of him that mixed with her plaintive ones.

“Oh, God,” she cried a moment later, her spine arching, fingernails digging into his shoulder as she peaked, her core clenching around him.

Brock was lost.

She rode him through her orgasm, the sounds of her pleasure snapping the last threads of his control. His free hand clamped down on her other hip, his grip desperate as he thrust deep one last time and started to come.

His strangled roar was muffled by her lips as she bent to claim his mouth, her tongue twining with his. Ecstasy tore through him, shockwaves of sensation that obliterated everything else. Finally he sagged back against the mattress, gasping for air. Tori laughed softly and covered his lips with hers, dropped tender kisses all over his face.

Brock groaned and tilted his face up for more, releasing her hips to wind his arms around her back and pull her in tight to his chest. With a sigh she rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers drifting lightly over his right pec.

He closed his eyes and tightened his hold, absorbing the weight and warmth of her snuggled up so trustingly in his arms. He’d never felt this way before, like he’d just had his chest carved open and his heart torn out. And now that twisted bitch Fate was going to take her from him.

The desperation in his grip reflected the emotional turmoil inside him. His mind spun, trying to figure out a way to stave off the inevitable. Anything that would allow Tori to stay in D.C.

But that was so fucking selfish of him. He wouldn’t endanger her life for anything, not even to keep her with him. Although he would make sacrifices for her if it would enable them to stay together. He would consider going with her if she asked him to.

She kissed his jaw and pushed up. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Reluctantly he let her go, cleaned himself up while she was in the bathroom. When she came out a minute later she paused there in the doorway, an almost shy smile on her face, the candlelight bathing her naked body.

The scars were hardly noticeable now, except the ones around her neck, wrists and ankles. And while he hated them because of what they signified, of the suffering she had endured, they were also physical evidence of that steely inner strength of hers he loved and admired so much.

She seemed surprisingly hesitant as she stood there in the doorway. He reached out a hand. “C’mere.”

Relief flashed across her face and she came to him, her slender curves riveting his attention. He pulled her flush to his body before tucking her head into his shoulder and pulling the covers over them.

Letting the quiet surround them, he ran a hand up and down her back. She was so warm and soft. He felt completely at peace with her. But there was no point in giving her the words crowding the back of his throat. They would only bring pain, not happiness. “You hungry now?”

She tipped her head back to smile at him. “I believe I have worked up an appetite, yes.”

He ordered them room service. They sat cross-legged, facing each other on the bed in the hotel robes. Feeding each other bits of fruit and cheese and chocolate cake by candlelight, talking about their childhoods, politics and the state of the world.

Anything and everything except to acknowledge the fast approaching deadline when they would be separated forever.

After they were done he set the room service tray on the floor and reached for her, unwrapped the robe from her body like he was unwrapping a treasured Christmas gift, and made love to her again. This time he had full use of his hands and put them to good use, pushing her to the brink before stretching out on his back and letting her ride him again. He wanted to take control so badly, roll her over and pin her under him, but he didn’t want to push and it was so damn good this way too.

Tori fell asleep after midnight with her back to his chest, his arm wrapped securely around her ribs. He’d intended to stay awake the rest of the night, not wanting to lose a moment with her, but he was so content he drifted off too.

His phone alarm woke him at four.

No.

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