Page 177 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part One

“I need you, Shae. I need you around me,” he rasps, walking us into his bedroom.

I nod, already removing my clothes as he releases me from his hold. When I stand in front of him completely naked and open to him, I say, “I’m yours. Use me for whatever you need, Storm.”

I watch him then, the hardness of his face and body making him seem more imposing, more terrifying than I’ve ever seen him.

This is the Storm the rest of the world gets.

But I wantmyStorm.

“Come here, Sweetness,” he says, his voice whisper soft.

The next time he kisses me, it’s different. It’s like he’s washed out all the anger and agitation and replaced it with gentle care. His lips and tongue trace mine, as if mapping the terrain of my mouth, and I let him take his time.

When his fingers slide across my slick lower lips, I groan, my hips rotating as he works me up higher and higher.

“Sweetness,” he says on a groan that sounds almost like a sob. It’s my turn to cry out when his hot mouth latches on to my sensitive nipple. Urgent arousal floods my pussy and his fingers.

“Take me out,” he whispers against my flesh, and I obey him. Palming his thick, veiny dick, I run my hand up and down the shaft and pick up the bead of pre-cum at the tip with my thumb.

“Mmm,” I moan when I suck on the digit.

Storm’s eyes flash when he tracks the movement of my tongue.

“You gonna let me fuck you, baby?”

The words are startling. Not because that’s not the plan at the moment but because….

What we do is make love.

I reach for his dick again, trying to smile at him, trying not to let his closed-off expression worry me.

I don’t know if I succeed or not.

“I love you, Storm,” I say again, and there’s no missing the flash of hurt in his gaze.

But I can ignore it.

Storm kisses me again, hot and urgent, and then spins me so that I land flat on my back on his bed.

I bare myself to him while he remains fully clothed with his jeans unzipped. I recline on the bed, propping my feet on the edge of the mattress to spread myself wide open for him.

“Turn over,” he says, not looking at my face but at all the other parts of my body. As if…as if detaching the action of the moment from who he’s doing it with. “I want to see that ass slamming against my hips while I fuck you.”

There it goes. Another stab to the heart. But then I say, “Whatever you need, Storm,” and get on all fours, arching my back to present myself to him. I watch over my shoulder as he undresses.

“Fuuuck, your pussy is so pretty, Shae. The most gorgeous sight I’ll ever see in my life.”

I don’t know what to say to those words, so I sway from side to side, waiting for him to make the next move.

“Maybe you should try sticking your dick in it. See how it feels,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.

But Storm doesn’t say anything. In fact, he’s completely silent as he kneels on the bed behind me, runs his dick up and down my slit, and slides into me in one move.

“Oh, shit!” I shout into the mattress. He’s so much bigger from this position, and with each punishing stroke, it’s like he’s trying to climb inside me, to imprint himself on my soul.

“Storm,” I groan, and he leans over me, reaching around to rub and pinch my clit, ratcheting me to new heights.

“You’re part of me, Shae. Part of my heart. Part of my soul.” He says the words so low I almost miss them over the fleshy slap of our bodies together.

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