Page 123 of Lana Pecherczyk
Not bloody likely.
“You don’t scare me,” Blake whispered harshly. “You’re only turning me on.”
She shoved two palms against his chest, rolling them so she was on top. She refitted his cock to her entrance and sank. A bone-deep, pleasure-soaked moan escaped her lips.
“Fuck, Blake,” River groaned, eyes fluttering. “You feel so good.”
“I want this,” she said, voice husky. “Give it to me.”
“If you change your mind,” he gasped out, “I won’t let you go.”
“Good.” She rolled her hips. “For the first time in my life, I feel caught. Like I belong.”
A growl. A hard, punishing thrust up. Another spark of pleasure burst inside her body. She matched his rhythm, riding him with equal fervor until his hands locked around her waist, reclaiming control. And she let him. She fell against his chest and submitted to his pounding need. Knowing he would take care of her was so freeing.
“You’re mine, Blake.” A jagged snarl in her ear. “Even if you turn against me, even if you grow to hate me, pluck every feather from my wings, I still won’t let you go.” His rhythm grew desperate, almost frantic. Breathless. “I’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth, and even then, if you refuse to return with me, if you forget,”—his voice cracked—“I will fucking end you.”
He buried his face in her neck, cradling her head, and became completely still except for his ragged breaths.
These weren’t a tyrant’s words. They were a plea for help from a wounded soul. She held him close, trembling from him being still buried inside her, still hard. “River?”
“There is no world without you, Sparkles.” His arms banded tighter around her. “And I don’t want to be left in darkness. I don’t want to end up like him.”
“Oh, honey.” Her heart shattered for him. Tears stung her eyes at the agony he could no longer hide. “I’m so sorry.”
“You’re mine.Mine.” He reversed their positions again, fisted her hair, and squeezed her throat, reminding her how this all started, a challenge in his wild, desperate eyes. “This is what it means to be a crow’s whole world, Blake. To bemywhole world. If that’s not what you want, then say it. Say the word.”
Indignation flashed through her. She slapped his face, hard. But he was immovable as stone. He rose to his knees, leaving her achingly empty as he loomed above her, hands flexing at his sides, angry erection jutting before him.
After everything, he still couldn’t see.
“I’m bloody-well yours, arsehole,” she shouted in his face. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Blake—” His eyes widened, and his breath hitched with what looked like pain. For a heart-stopping moment, she thought something was wrong. But then his eyelashes fluttered, and he released a long, drawn-out groan of pleasure. White ropes of cum spurted from his cock. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped. “Look what your words do to me.”
Seconds ago, he was a god. Now, he was undone.
All this from her words.
From his desire for her.
His fear that he’d lose her.
Herwith the outback trucker voice.Herwith the saggy tits.Her, the woman without substance.
“I’m so fucking turned on right now,” she growled.
Their gazes clashed.
“Say that again,” he demanded.
When she did, he stroked his pulsing shaft to milk more from his release. Even as his strength wavered and his knees buckled, as he caught himself above her, his eyes remained locked with hers. Like she was the only thing grounding him.
And she felt it too—this intensity, this aching need that ran deeper than desire. Her hands slid over his sweat-slicked back.
“You’re mine too,” she whispered.
A tremor passed through his powerful frame, dark yet achingly vulnerable. It was all she needed from him tonight. She sighed with contentment and tried to gather him against her, but he settled back on his haunches with a baffled expression.
