Page 80 of Hate Mates

He notches himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock nudging my slick folds. “Tell me you want this, Vina.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

But he doesn’t drive inside yet. His voice turns gravelly. “Tell me you need me as much as I need you.”

“I need this.” My voice shakes with the truth of it. “You, Blaze. All of you.”

With a groan, he surges forward, sheathing himself inside me in one powerful thrust. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate his impressive size. He stills, giving me a moment to adjust, his breath hot and ragged against my neck.

I’m squirming by the time he starts to move. Blaze withdraws almost completely before slamming back in. The force of his thrusts rocks me up the bed, the headboard banging.

I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him deeper, harder. My nails score his back, surely leaving angry red welts in their wake, but Blaze only growls his approval. He pounds into me, each stroke hitting that perfect spot inside that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

The room fills with the sounds of our coupling—the slap of sweat-slicked skin, the groan of mattress springs, our mingled pants and moans. The air is thick with the musky scent of our sex.

Blaze dips his head, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss, more a brand than a caress. I meet him with equal fervor, biting at his bottom lip until I taste copper.

He hisses, his hips snapping harder, faster. The coil in my belly winds tighter with each relentless thrust, the pressure building to an unbearable peak.

“Fuck, Vina,” Blaze pants against my mouth. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. So perfect.”

His words, his voice, the raw need in it, send me hurtling towards the edge.

I cling to Blaze, my fingers digging into the flexing muscles of his back as he drives into me. Each devastating thrust sends a shock wave of pleasure through my body, building until I’m teetering on a fulcrum.

“That’s it, princess,” Blaze growls, his voice rough with strain. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

His words are my undoing. The coil in my belly snaps and I shatter, my orgasm crashing over me. I cry out, my body arching, my inner muscles clenching tight around Blaze’s pistoning cock, my soul soaring from my body in search of her match.

He swears, his rhythm faltering as my climax triggers his own. With a guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt, pulsing deep inside me as he, too, finds his release.

For a long moment, we simply cling to each other, chests heaving, hearts pounding. Blaze’s weight is a welcome anchor, his skin slick with sweat against mine. He presses his forehead to my shoulder, his breath hot and damp on my collarbone.

In the aftermath, the reality of what we’ve done settles over me like a lead blanket. I’ve just slept with the enemy. Crossed aline I can never uncross. And yet, with Blaze’s arms around me, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin, I can’t bring myself to regret it.

“That was…” He trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Yeah,” I agree. “It was.”

We lapse into silence, and my mind whirls, questions and doubts and fears all clamoring for attention. How can we possibly go back to the way things were, with this monumental shift between us?

As if reading my thoughts, Blaze tightens his hold on me, dropping a kiss to the top of my head. “We’ll figure it out, Vina. Whatever happens, I’m not letting you go now.”

Before I can voice any of the emotions swelling in my chest, a shrill ring shatters the quiet.

We both tense.

Blaze rolls away, snatching the phone from the nightstand. “What?”

A deep voice says something I can’t make out.

Blaze meets my eyes and mouths, “Iron.”

He leans closer and tilts the receiver so we can both hear.

“Midnight,” Iron says. “The docks, east of the city. Don’t be late.”

Chapter Six

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