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The movement stretched her long,arching her chest into all that hot, velvet skin, her breasts crushed against a wall of muscle that felt immovable, unshakable. His stance was pure power, rock-solid, and her lower body was wrapped in heat, his erection pressed against her belly, the thick base and heavy weight of his balls nudging her mound, making her pulse trip faster, harder.
He slanted his mouth across hers and deepened the kiss, tongue stroking, claiming, the heat of him overwhelming thought and reason. There was no patience in it, no tenderness. His kiss was command. Charm and whimsy took a back seat to animal and wild.
It was exactly what she wanted from Brawler. For the first time in her adult life, she discovered that desire could feel this good, so deliciously good it rewired her brain chemistry. Her body ached savagely, every cell screaming for him, for everything he could give her with that mouth, that body, that cock. This passion was searing heat, ravenous hunger, insatiable craving all rolled into one.
He broke the kiss, holding her suspended, staring into her eyes. His were dark now, storm clouds massing on a dangeroushorizon, the cave glow sparking like blue-green lightning in their depths. That gaze drove into her, wrapped her around his will, and broke her in the best possible way. Her soul shattered, then reformed, aligning perfectly with every empty nook and hollow in his, as if the pieces had been carved for this fit all along. In that same instant, she saw it, the flicker, the crack, her need, her want,her seeing himhad broken him too. It was surreal, terrifying and beautiful, inevitable and impossible all at once.
He lifted her higher, his strength effortless, and his mouth trailed fire down her throat. Each kiss seared, lips dragging, tongue tasting, the rough scrape of stubble ravaging her nerves raw as he mapped every tender inch of her neck, her collarbone. She trembled in his grip, helpless but hungry, every shiver magnified by the feel of him, thick, unyielding muscle caging her in, his cock grinding against her belly with each movement, heavy and insistent, a steady promise of what was coming.
Then his gaze dropped, scorching her breasts until she arched into it, begging without words. He bent low, lips closing over her taut nipple, tongue circling in slow, wet swirls before lashing it, teasing until she whimpered. His teeth grazed, a sharp sting chased by deep, greedy suction that drew her hard into his mouth. The pull was relentless, tugging at her nipple until she felt it echo low in her belly, a molten ache tightening her core.
She gasped as he groaned around her, the sound vibrating through her flesh, turning her nipple diamond-hard in his mouth. His hunger was raw, wet heat, sucking her deep, lips sealed tight, tongue flicking until she writhed helplessly in his hold, her hips jerking, legs kicking as pleasure scorched through her.
In the flare of his eyes when he lifted for a heaving breath, she saw it…how he was still breaking for her. Not into jagged pieces like stone shattered to dust, but like water plunging fromhigh ground, splitting into a thousand glittering droplets only to reform as it fell. As he fell. As she, helplessly, fell with him.
“Christian,” she cried, but he only shifted, mouth closing over her other breast. He tortured her with wet, relentless suction, the velvet sweep of his tongue dragging her higher, harder, until she felt as if she were drowning in heat, pulled under like the waterfall itself had claimed her.
Sliding her against his body, his voice broke out ragged, pleading yet commanding. “Wrap those pixie legs around my waist, Tinkerbell.”
Something dark and carnal detonated low in her belly, crashing through her like the cascade pounding from above. She obeyed instinctively, thighs clamping tight to his hips, calves locking around his lower back, anchoring herself as if she’d been swept into the current of him. She gasped when the hard heat of his cock nudged her clit, sliding wet between her folds. He groaned, his body going iron-hard, his hips bucking in an involuntary thrust that made her cry out. The friction seared her, branded her, every thick stroke like water hammering stone, breaking her open, reshaping her with a need so primal she ached to feel him filling her, drowning her, remaking her from the inside out.
“Fuck, you little goddamned erotic beauty,” he rasped, voice fierce with hunger. His free hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back as he carried her into the roar of the falls. The pounding cascade broke over them, shocking and cold, sluicing across her breasts until her nipples hardened almost painfully. The rush of water was as sensual as his mouth, as relentless as his need.
He held her there, letting the torrent claim her, then dropped his head again. Teeth, tongue, suction, he feasted on her as the waterfall drenched them both, the hot pull of his mouth a stark, intoxicating contrast to the icy torrent that slicked her skin. Shemoaned, her body caught between two forces, water pounding from above, his heat consuming her below.
Then he pressed forward, pushing through the curtain of silver until they broke free into the hollow beyond. Her back met smooth stone, the cascade cocooning them in an iridescent veil. She was trapped between hard rock, sheeting water, and the thickly muscled body of a man who seemed forged by the elements themselves.
“Fuck, I want you,” he said raggedly, like she was something rare and unreachable, something he could never truly claim.
But he was wrong. So very wrong.
He was everything that mattered.
“Christian,” she whispered, her voice breaking with need, “take what I want to give, so very much.”
He buried his face in her neck, his mouth searing her skin as the water poured over them, pounding against her shoulders, sluicing between their bodies. Then, with a sudden, unrestrained thrust, he drove into her. Hot, thick, filling her in a way that made her cry out. Her body yielded, wet and willing, as he sank deep, and a helpless groan ripped from his throat. His cock pulsed inside her, wild, primal, as unstoppable as the cascade hammering down around them.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice breaking with awe and hunger. “You’re so goddamned tight. So damn sweet.”
He pulled back, dragging the thick length of himself along her swollen, sensitive flesh. The friction made her gasp, her body trembling, clutching around him as if she never wanted to let him go. His gray eyes caught hers then, storm-dark and fierce, pinning her in place even as his cock pressed back inside her, harder, deeper, splitting her open with each relentless thrust.
Her breath fractured, hips jerking to meet him. A sensual rush exploded through her clit, white-hot, unstoppable. Thoseeyes, God, those tempest eyes, looked straight through her, touching something so deep it felt spiritual.
The connection ignited her body, tangled emotion and sensation crashing together until she couldn’t separate them.
She climaxed hard, her lungs seizing, as if her body couldn’t contain all that washim, the man, the onslaught, the soul driving into her with every thrust, with every look. Shaking, uncontrollable, she shattered in his arms, undone by the way he filled her body and her gaze at once.
The pounding waterfall roared above them, crashing in time with the pulse still tearing through her body. Every drop seemed to strike her skin like sparks, a thousand tiny detonations echoing the quake inside her. She clung to him, trembling, while the cascade poured silver over their fused bodies, surrounding them, swallowing them, binding them.
It was relentless, unstoppable, the water driving against her just as he did, surging, filling, flooding her until she could hardly breathe. The sound, the spray, the force, it was all him. Brawler. His body. His soul. His need.
As the torrent hammered down, she realized she wasn’t just breaking beneath him, or drowning in him. She was being remade, drop by drop, thrust by thrust, as if the waterfall itself had claimed them both and refused to let them go.
The roar of the falls still echoed inside her, every nerve raw, every breath ragged. But suddenly he was moving again, carrying her out of the pounding silver curtain, setting her down on the mossy ledge as if she weighed nothing. His cock slid free of her, leaving her trembling, empty, desperate.
His eyes, gone almost black, burned down into hers. With a low growl he seized her mouth, kissing her deep, devouring, as if the only air he could draw was through her lips. Then he tore free, chest heaving, his gaze locked on her as though he’d found a new kind of hunger.
