Page 45 of Running from Drac
Wickedly he grins, biting my neck in response. “This isn't just fucking. This is every part of me aching to show you how deeply I'm yours… not just now, but always.
My head rolls back, breath ragged, a strangled moan escaping my throat as we lock into a rhythm that feels animalistic. Our bodies collide with furious need, every thrust a demand, every breath stolen from the other. His hands grip my hips like he owns them, guiding me with merciless precision.
Without warning, he lifts me off the car, muscles flexing beneath soaked skin, slamming into me with brutal conviction. I'm weightless in his arms, giving in completely, letting him take what he wants because I crave it just as much.
It was a ruthless position that couldn’t last.
He lays me back, rain pounding down around us like a war drum. His hand slides between my thighs, fingers circling my clit with feverous intent.
God, he’s fucking unreal. And it kills me that I didn’t open up to him before.
The sting of cold rain pelts down from the heavens as a low growl stalls in his throat. My hips meet every wild and desperate thrust, the water pouring down both our bodies, making it impossible to hold on to anything but each other. His hands slip, struggling to grip my ass, while mine claw at his arms like they’re the only anchor I have.
His pace quickens. That telltale tremble in his breath says he’s close. I want to see him lose control and for me to come apart with him.
“Faster,” I beg, almost screaming. “Go faster.”
A curse rips from his throat as his body starts to convulse. Combustion is inevitable even though he’s holding himself back, pressing me harder against the soaked metal. “Not this time,” he growls through clenched teeth. “This time we finish together.” His fingers don’t stop. They work my clit with brutal finesse, drawing circles of fire across my skin.
I cry out as another wave barrels toward me. My back arches, hands slipping in his wet hair. His mouth finds my breast, and he bites, claiming me with a roughness that sends shockwaves through my body. My climax detonates so violently, I have to bite my own hand, holding back a blood-curdling scream of ecstasy clawing its way out.
His hips snap forward with one final thrust, his entire body shuddering in approval. We fall apart together this time, soaked to the bone, bodies shivering in heated excitement.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps, gazing down at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. There's something unspoken in his gaze. Reverence. Need. Something dangerously close to love.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper, shivering as the cold finally punches through the heat.
“Please…” he pants. “Please tell me you finished.”
Smiling wickedly, I bite my lip, staying deliberately silent, watching the flicker of panic flash in those tiny specks of yellow that play peekaboo with his iris. The vulnerability swirling in his eyes nearly breaks me.
Brushing some hair away from his eyes, I finally concede, giving him a nod and contented smile that makes his eyes close in quiet relief. Because for the first time in five years, I finally did.
Chapter Fourteen
Eddie
“Wow!” It’s the only word I can muster because my brain’s turned into a soggy fucked up mess of ‘what the fuck just happened?’ Sex has never been that good—never. We achieved things in the last hour that I’ve only ever jerked off to.
She’s soaked, T-shirt sticking to all the best parts of her, face permanently smiling as she stares up at me with those lustful bedroom eyes.
I probably look like a complete disaster, hair drenched by the rain, flopping over my brow as I puff out quick erratic breaths. Our eyes meet in complete exhaustion, the euphoria affecting us both.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pushing the strands away from my face as the most beautiful smile appears, dimpling her cheeks ever so slightly.
The strength in my arms wavers, quaking as I try to regain control of them. My forearms ache, every part of me is spent.But it was all worth it just to know she came away from this satisfied.
She’s quiet, staring at me strangely, almost looking terrified. “Are you okay?” I question, afraid I may have broken her.
She shakes her head. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”
“Me neither,” I whisper, gently tugging her underwear up her legs before helping her to her feet.
Thick and undeniable desire pulses between us, our breathing evening out to regular breaths instead of uncontrolled lust-driven gasps.
There was so much I wanted to do to her, so much more I could give. She’s everything to me, and she has no fucking idea. God, what I wouldn’t give to show her that my world starts and stops with her. That the closest to Hell I ever felt was that month I spent without her. If she only knew how my heart shattered into shards of jagged glass that morning after waking up next to Pippa, the pieces still sharp and impaling. How could I ask for her forgiveness when I haven’t even forgiven myself? That at any moment, serrated lies will carve up this happy bubble we’ve created, popping it forever, leaving us both numb, bruised, and bleeding. I’d take a lifetime behind bars before witnessing that kind of betrayal in her eyes; to know that I’m the root of it all. I started this when I fucked Jinafer, she tried to even the score when she fucked that dude in Vegas… but Pippa… that’s an ending I’m not ready for. Not now. Not when I finally have Amber again.
Reaching out, my hand whispers over her flushed cheeks, wishing things could’ve happened differently, that we weren’t stuck dodging the secrets floating silently between us.
