Page 30 of A Shot in the Dark
“Yes…”
“Then do it,” he demands, sliding his powerful hands up to cup my breasts, pinching, rubbing, stroking my nipples into pinkpeaks. “Right now,” he urges. “Do it…” His words are thick as honey and deep as a chasm. “Do it now:Come!”
As if I have no will of my own, a violent tremble works through me, building to a full body-shaking shudder that rolls my eyes back in my head and loosens my spine as I come.
“What a brilliant girl! We’re not done, though…” He shifts his position and I light up inside, crying out with renewed energy and desire. He grins up at me—so wicked, so exhausting, I want to die but those hips of his, those hands, bring me to life so completely I don’t think Ieverwill.
A sheen of sweat is building on him and I spread my legs further, taking him deeper so I can bend forward and taste the salt that slicks his skin. “You said you can’t lie to me…” He groans and pushes me back up.
“I caaan’t,” I admit.
“So tell me this…” He grabs my hips, adjusting his angle, surprising me. Everything feels so good, I wouldn’t be able to imagine a lie if Itried… “You don’t like me, do you, princess?” Boots mutters, as he shifts his grip again, keeping me off balance by switching his attention, his thumbs rubbing firm circles across my nipples while I ride him. “You just like what I do to you.”
I moan and roll my hips back and forth, taking him into me further before pulling away with a teasing shimmy as I find my rhythm. Beneath me, he shifts his hips, redirecting himself as he bucks up suddenly, stealing my breath.
“Answer me.”
“Ilovewhat you do to me,” I whimper, grinding down hard on him.
He grabs my hips and it becomes a battle for control as he changes my speed, our angle, the mathematics and physics of my lust for him, again and again.
“Tell me,” he growls as he shoves me off of him, sending me sprawling across the bed. “Tell me the truth. This could be any dick fucking you and you’d still take it. You’d still want it. Crave it.”
I reach for him but he shoves my hand away.
“Tell me the truth…”
Tears sting at the corners of my eyes. “Yes,” I hiss, unable to stop the word from escaping me, though I fight it as hard as I can.
“And that’s whythishas to happen,” he snarls, grabbing me and dragging back towards him. “Your safe word… Tell me you know your safe word.”
“I know my safe word!”
“Do you want to deploy your safe word?”
“No!”
He rolls me over like a rag doll and takes me so fast it feels like he never stopped fucking me.
Fingers slide into the hair at the nape of my neck and I grunt as they tighten into a fist. He presses my head down against the mattress and his knees push mine wider apart. He slams into me harder and faster than ever before, a beast at my back, as he rubs himself—his abs, his chest, his arms—all over me, sprawling across my back, his bare skin holding a fire to match my own as I cry out at the blistering pace he sets.
Then he drags my head up, his free hand finds my clit and my world begins to spin out of control. He utters words in a language I don’t recognize—it’s more guttural than German, more fluid than Spanish, more lilting than Gaelic. It’s nearly musical… A hint of magic trembles in the air, picks up a dash of spice, and a cloying sweetness binds it all together.
I feel the distant sensation of teeth clamping down on my neck on an upstroke as he snarls “Sylva!” into the base ofmy neck so fiercely it rattles through my skull, my spine, my everything.
I scream.
Boots shudders.
And we come together in every way.
Like a tidal wave finally reaching shore.
I am adrift. Floating in darkness. No sound, no sensation, only an overwhelming sense of calm, of good, of everything being right in the universe. Of everything being one. Boots is beside me, within me, a part of me at both sacred and cellular levels.
We are one.
I have never known such blindingly gorgeous and absolute peace.
