Page 79 of Red Hot Harmony

“Are you going to fuck me like this?” she asked, cupping the back of my neck, her fingertips digging into my skin. She was cute when she cursed.

“Do you want me to?”

She didn’t respond. Instead, she slipped one hand down to my zipper to lower it.

A hiss pushed past my lips. The anticipation made me inept, disoriented.

I was steel-hard and about to explode and we didn’t talk anymore. Words weren’t necessary. Clumsily, Camille freed me from my jeans. Everything after that became a blur of labored sounds, sharp sensations, and rough movements.

I managed to shove her panties aside while she held herself up against my shoulders. My hand was lost among the fabric and lace and the softness of her thighs and I couldn’t decide how exactly I wanted to make her come—with my fingers or with my cock. I went with the latter because it was logistically a safer option, considering we were both in vertical positions and the desire of release was so strong, neither one of us cared to get to the bed.

There was a gasp and I felt her shiver when I entered her body. She tightened her grip on my arm, the other moving under the back of my T-shirt and resting against the curve of my spine.

My hips snapped forward and up, pounding her against the wall.

Several frames rattled and shook from the impact.

I heard a low thud as she tossed her head back. A ragged moan escaped from between her lips that were swollen from our kissing.

The bedroom door was half-open and the light pouring in from the corridor slid across the side of her face, casting shadows on the other cheek, shadows that danced while we gracelessly rutted against each other.

Our breaths were hot, shallow, and muddled as I continued to methodically bury myself into her warm, willing, tight, and wonderful body. I’d done this before. Many times. But before her, I’d never done it sober, never with someone I needed so much and so badly, and the realization that this pissed-off and absolutely spontaneous joining made me feel all sorts of emotional on an entirely different level was like a blow torch to my skin.

Then something popped. Fell to the floor. Cracked. Shattered.

Could have been one of the frames.

Though high and unhinged, I had just enough common sense to spin us toward the bed before we ruined the rest of the wall, and Camille’s body plunged into the pile of blankets. Her fingers suddenly clutched my chin, and there was a slap. At first, it didn’t occur to me that it’d been her palm on my face. I was so lost in the insanity of the act itself that I didn’t register where the stinging originated.

“For standing me up,” she muttered through gritted teeth.

I knew it was adrenaline overriding her true feelings. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have allowed me to be here right now with my cock between her legs.

The edges of my vision swam, the air inside the room becoming charged and hot and heavy, and for a fraction of a second, I thought I could taste the fire on the tip of my tongue. Just not the kind that was destroying the mountains some dozens of miles away.

I drew back and flipped her onto her belly. My palm ran along the length of her spine, admiring, savoring the delicious silken heat. My fingers couldn’t help themselves; they clutched her delicate neck. Pushed her head down.

A small part of me expected Camille to ask me to stop, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she arched her back and made a low mewing sound. The mattress beneath her face muffled it, but I could tell she wanted this to be as impersonal as possible.

I nudged her thighs open and filled her with a hard thrust.

Her ass canted up and back to meet me halfway.

I was a fucking goner, and I knew then and there, we both needed the same thing—to make this sudden rage go away, and angry sex seemed to be the best course of action.

The first inkling of a climax tingled at the base of my spine and I felt the tension rising within me, tightening each and every muscle of my goosebump-ridden body.

Then there was another sound, the essence of it dissolving into the thickness of the blankets. Something between a groan and scream. Something that reminded me of an amplified sigh of relief.

I let go of her neck, and my fingers skimmed over her hips, curled around soft thighs to keep her in place as we continued to fuck.

Skin slapped against skin.

Moans crashed into moans.

It was raw and ugly and everything in between and I didn’t think I’d ever felt so vulnerable yet so powerful at the same time.

I didn’t know who came first, because my mind was floating and my body wasn’t my own, and the end of it was all too much. Loud, sweaty, and utterly incomprehensible at its peak.

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