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“There is no escape for you from me.” That wasn’t a question. It sounded like a lifeline he is hanging onto. Adam is lying on top of me, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. Our souls are connecting once again.

“Rage, I hope you are ready for a lifetime of me making you mad every step of the way,” I say with a smile that I cannot and will not contain. He does the same as he is running his fingers through my hair. This simple gesture is so sweet, and I am becoming addicted.

“Are you going to get up right now?” I ask him as I try to wiggle out of his embrace. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“Trust me, Fury, we are just starting.”

Chapter Eight

Adam

Igrab her hands and bring them up over her head.

“I am going to fuck you now.” She just nods at me. Good girl, I think to myself.

“Let your hands stay like this, and if you don’t, you will be punished,” I tell her. She cocks her head, and her lips lift to a smirk. Fuck, I forgot that Sara loves to be handled like a problem.

“Put your legs around my neck, Fury.” She complies beautifully. In these moments, she only confirms my love for her will never burn out. When her legs are around my neck, I crack my neck by moving it side to side. I tease her entrance by sliding my cock up and down her slit. I use her cum as lubrication. When I hear her moan, I know it’s time to push into her. My cock is so deep in her, and her hole is so tight it’s creating such a tightness I could get lost in forever. Her cunt is so tight, I almost don’t want to move. I don’t do that, though.

“You are fucking divine, Fury,” I tell her as I pepper her calves with kisses. My own eyes shut so I can feel the intensity even better. This position is giving me the best angle ever, and it causes deep penetration. Sara can adjust her legs, but she’s not, since she loves this butterfly position.

“Dear Lord, your dick is even bigger than I remember, Rage.” Her compliments are like music to my ears. They could become my favorite soundtrack, but her cries will always hold the number one spot. I am the only one who can demolish her entire being and make her shatter.

“Did I tell you that you could talk?” I ask her. She slits her eyes at me and closes her mouth.

“Good girl. Now, shut the fuck up and let me rail you into next Sunday.” She bites her lip, likingmy promise. The sweat is dripping from my hair down my face and onto her shirt. Sara is making me ravenous. I am hungry like a wild animal, and this woman is happily my prey. I started with a slow pace but that’s not something I can hold onto for long. I increase my speed, and to heighten her pleasure, I start rubbing circles onto her little nub.

“Scream.” And my Fury does. Her screams are something that needs to be studied, it’s the sound of angels. This is what heaven looks and sounds like. Sara cries out in pleasure, and she comes again, and so do I. My cum is now in her, and it will stay like that. This woman will carry my children, I promise you.

“It was so fucking hot,” my angel exclaims, while she is laying on the table with her hands above her head. I put her underwear and jeans back on, then I do mine. I motion to her to sit up straight, and she does. For a couple of seconds, we don’t say anything. We breathe each other’s energy in and let all doubts fade away. Our relationship is not conventional, and I am not normal. But I can’t bring myself to give two fucks. Sara matches my freak, and I am grateful for her.

“Can I hug you?” I ask her. Her face reveals something, my question has taken her aback. Her mouth opens and closes again.

“Wait, you are asking me to hug me?” she asks me back.

“Why is that so weird?”

“Because you are asking me for permission to touch me. Just saying.”

“Fury, just this one time.” My smile widens. She holds her arms out, and I step into them. Sara nuzzles into my neck, and I can’t stop smelling her hair. My beautiful girlfriend smells like a raging storm. Her scent invades my entire being, she is like the promise of shelter in a storm. Sharp and unyielding. Leather and crushed herbs. I could bask in this all fucking day.

“I love you, Sara.” While I love calling her Fury, she is my Sara first and foremost.

“I love you too, Adam,” she says sweetly. Life can’t get any better.

“So, I thought-“ My sentence is cut off with Sara reaching for the blade beside her. When I look at her, she is looking for something, or someone, behind me. She pushes me to the side and throws the blade.

“Get down!” she yells. I don’t question her combat intelligence, and I get down. I look at the dead sack of shit on the ground, and I don’t recognize him. But Sara does.

“Who is there?” I ask her, and while I stand up to grab my gear, she grabs hers as well. When we are ready, she looks at me, looking incredibly pissed off. She is also holding a bottle of water.

“Why are you carrying a bottle of water?” I ask her. She shrugs, and I let it go.

“My father’s men are here. They tracked us down. Somebody at the hotel must have tipped them off. Do you know who?” She asks me, while she is leading us outside of the shed.

Amar.

“I know. It’s an acquaintance of mine.” We walk back into the hotel, and I start looking for the weasel.

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