Page 112 of Brutal Vows
He’s rough, but because I know it’s passion, not anger that fuels his roughness, I welcome it.
His thrusting falters, and he shudders, moaning.
“Yes! Come! Let me feel you let go!”
He surges forward, falling onto his elbows on top of me. He grabs my face. With his eyes wide open, he kisses me, then climaxes with a primal grunt and violent, full-body spasm that shakes the bed.
Buried deep inside me, his cock pulses as he empties himself.
The entire time, we stare into each other’s eyes.
He gasps my name.
I wrap my legs around his waist.
And that tall cliff I was worried about earlier?
I just jumped right the fuck over, headfirst.
TWENTY-SEVEN
SPIDER
We lie entangled on the bed in the dark.
I don’t know how long we’ve been like this. Hours, maybe. Days? Years? Who fucking knows. I’ve lost all sense of time. All I know is that I’m here, in a place I never dreamed I’d be, with a woman who makes me feel like life might be worth living after all.
Her head rests on my chest. Her legs are twined between mine. Her warm hand is pressed flat over my beating heart.
My stunned, achy, battered heart that doesn’t have a bloody clue what just hit it.
It’s been bitten by a viper with sharp fangs and the sweetest venom.
After a heavy exhalation, Reyna whispers, “What happens now?”
“Now we figure it out, I suppose.”
There’s a brief but tense pause. “Is it…”
“What?”
“Is it always like this for you? I mean, this intense?”
I close my eyes and exhale. My lungs ache, too. “No, lass,” I murmur. “Not for me.”
“Good. If you’d said yes, I was going to rip out your nipple rings with my teeth.”
Chuckling, I comb my fingers through her long silky hair.
Stirring, she presses a soft kiss to my jaw. I turn my head and look at her, stunning even in shadows.
“Did your mother really name you after the artist Winslow Homer?”
“Aye.”
“That’s nice.”
“She was a nice person.”
