Page 76 of Devil's Property
“That you were the boy who saved me? I wasn’t sure. I fought so hard to destroy the memories, but there was something about your eyes.”
He continued caressing me, his chest rising and falling. There was such a struggle between us that couldn’t be explained, alongside a connection that refused to be denied. But the baggage of who and what we were, what we’d endured two decades before was painful, but maybe not enough to derail the haunted anger.
And not enough to strengthen the tether.
I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I knew how I was feeling.
Confused.
I’d cared about the boy.
I’d hated the monster.
I’d hungered for the man.
Which emotion was stronger? Which one would win?
The scent of our passion intensified. His was woodsy and full of testosterone, a predator who’d ripped the shield of armor from his prey. Mine was laced with memories and fantasies.
Yet threaded through us both was a craving for darkness, an unrelenting need that pushed everything else aside.
He cursed in Spanish under his breath, “God help me, but I need you.” As soon as he slipped his hand to cradle the back of my neck, he dropped his head until he was able to capture my mouth. The electric draw between us was even more powerful than before.
With my body shaking uncontrollably, I peeled away his trousers, fumbling but able to slide them past his hips. His fingers dug into the back of my neck as he held me, thrusting his tongue past my still swollen lips. As always, the taste of him ignited my senses.
Somehow, I managed to jerk his pants to his calves. He took over, freeing his legs and feet of the unwanted confines. As soon as he did, he shoved me against the pool wall, grinding his hips against me. The feel of his hard cock sent shivers to the deepest portions of my body.
The kiss continued, his tongue dominating mine as water splashed across our heated bodies. His teeth ground against my bottom lip, his needs relentless. The man was all consuming, his darkness shadowing my light, yet all I could think about was how much I wanted him. His touch. His heated kiss. His cum dripping from me after a long, brutal fuck.
When he pulled his mouth away, he narrowed his eyes and allowed his gaze to fall slowly to the water’s edge.
His mouth twisting, he shifted both hands, cupping my breasts. As he flicked his thumbs back and forth across my nipples, I rolled my hands up his arms to his shoulders. So strong. So masculine.
At that moment I sensed I was drowning in him, the longing uncontrollable. I rolled my arms over his shoulders so I could tangle the fingers in his hair. He pinched my nipples, twisting them in his fingers until I cried out in pain. Every sound he issued, the rough growls and soft whispers vibrated against my skin.
The electricity was defining, a moment that would be forever remembered.
He jerked me from the wall, placing his hand on the small of my back. As he wound one hand through my hair, he lowered his head until his lips were pressed against the side of my neck. Every breath scalding, he trailed his lips down and across my jaw in slow and torturous motions.
I was suddenly drowning in the hunger, gripping his arms with enough force my fingers dug into his skin. Every action was as dominating as before, possessive in a way that could be considered threatening to some.
But to me they were a telling statement, the memory of our past sparking an array of strong emotions and feelings that couldn’t be controlled.
He pulled my nipple into his mouth, swiping his tongue around my areole. My heartbeat was uneven, my pulse hammering as he nipped the tender flesh. He rubbed his thumb across my other nipple, sending shards of current skating down my spine.
His mouth was so hot even the cold chill from the lapping water had no effect. I expected to see steam rising as our passion increased.
Nothing about the man had ever been gentle, and this afternoon was no exception. I remained breathless, blinking several times as I slipped one hand under the water. Being able to wrap my fingers around his cock nearly destroyed any concept of rationality.
Instead, I burned with a fire so intense I wasn’t certain I could stand to be away from him. I stroked his cock, rubbing my fingers up and down the underside. Sensing I’d created friction,I pulled back enough to bite his lower lip. The taste of blood kept me tingling, feeling more alive than I had in years.
With an evil smile on his face, he pulled away, chuckling darkly as if he knew he had me right where he wanted me.
As if the man was trying to prove a point or could read my mind, he eased his arm under my leg, forcing it around him. He pushed my hand away, shaking his head in a way that meant I would never be in control. When he thrust the entire length of his cock inside, I threw my head back, allowing a ragged moan to escape.
Every touch was rough and possessive. I was taken aback by the sense of urgency. Not just from him, but from both of us.
I ground my hips against his, staring up at the bright sky as his touch shattered my very core.
