Page 97 of Always Been Mine

“Stay the fuck away from me.” His voice was so harsh, she flinched.

“No!” Beatrice shivered in the cold, wrapping her arms around herself. “You can’t let everything that happens to me get to you this way.”

“Not your fucking problem. I’m trying to deal with it,” Gabe growled. “But you have to stay the FUCK away.”

“Why?”

“Beatrice, I’m begging you.” A guttural sound grated at the back of his throat. “Get back upstairs. I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”

“When? After you’ve hurt yourself again?” Her teeth chattered; a tremor rippled through her. Why Gabe thought this frigid February air was mind-clearing didn’t compute. However, she would rather turn into an icicle before she’d allow him to stew and kick himself for what Zach and this Redrook guy did to her.

He cursed softly and dragged her into him, rubbing her arms briskly to get her warm. “It’s freezing out here, babe.”

“So come inside. We can talk, stay up. You can make me hot cocoa.”

His mouth skimmed the side of her cheeks; his breathing turned ragged. Hands that were meant to warm her from the chill emanated a different kind of heat. Their contact was still elemental, but the caresses turned sensual, teasing, arousing. A groan escaped him. “I need to be inside you.”

A frisson of unspoken need sparked between them, kindling the beginnings of desire. Her core swelled and pulsed.

His mouth played along the edges of her lips. “Tell me if it’s okay.”

“You want to fuck me?” Beatrice asked breathlessly, gasping when the back of his fingers brushed between her legs.

“Yes.” He pressed her against the wall; a finger worked through her panties and stroked her slit.

“Out here?”

“Yes,” he snarled softly.

“Cameras.”

“I’ll take care of it, and it’s too dark,” he muttered. “Last chance, Beatrice. Tell me to stop. Either get out of here, or be prepared to get fucked. Hard.”

A finger plunged inside her, causing her to inhale sharply. He wasn’t kissing her. His face was millimeters from hers and the warm air fanning her cheeks reminded her of a predator sniffing his prey. It was . . . exhilarating. The kindling fire of lust was quickly turning into an out of control inferno.

She grabbed the back of his head to close the distance between their lips. He growled low, their mouths smashing into each other. Their kisses were hot, frantic and desperate. His fingers left her pussy to work between them, pushing his pajama bottoms down to free his cock, then returned to get at her panties.

“Hold on to me,” Gabe muttered. “Watch your arms.”

That took her out of her sensual haze for a second, her chest filling with the knowledge that even when they were driven by primitive instincts, he was still careful with her. But she wanted to be fucked with abandon, needed it.

He kissed her again, his hands gripping her ass to boost her. She responded by wrapping her legs around his hips, wedging him between her thighs. She could feel the blunt head of his cock slipping through her folds and prodding her slick entrance. He powered his hips forward, thrust fiercely into her, and grunted as he impaled her with his hard, thick length.

Beatrice felt her body shudder with each upthrust, his cock stretching her inner walls with each delicious slide, her clit rubbing against his hardness. Her skin was on fire, and she felt more alive than she’d been in days.

“Please, Gabe, I need it . . .” Her body hummed along the edges of fulfillment and she was greedy enough to demand it. “Harder . . . Oh, please.”

“You got it, babe,” Gabe growled by her ear. “Fuckin’ you until you scream.” Shifting his arms under her thighs, he plowed into her without mercy. Even as the rough wall abraded her back, she didn’t care. Her nerve endings were electric, the current seizing her body until it coalesced into pulsing sensations in her core.

“Gabe!” she screamed as light exploded behind her eyes. She grabbed his hair; he grunted in response and relentlessly pounded into her like a runaway piston. She was raw, full of Gabe, and alive. That was all that mattered.

“Ah, fuck . . . fuck . . .” he groaned, convulsing against her. His arms shook as the spasms hit him. Warmth filled her core, his cum spilling inside her. He uttered a feral sound as she clenched her pussy on his cock.

“Take it all. Take it all, babe . . . ah fuck!” A palm slapped the wall beside her head, and his chest collapsed against hers as his release tore through him. His heartbeat hammeredagainst hers, their harsh breaths mingled. Slowly, the aftershocks ebbed between them. His mouth brushed across her face, his nose ghosting over her cheeks tenderly. He slowly lowered her to her feet and chuckled when she stumbled. Her legs were limp like noodles.

“I needed that,” Beatrice whispered.

“Me too, babe,” Gabe kissed her lips lightly. “Me too.”

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