Page 27 of Crave

I shape the word silently with my lips.

It’s enough. He groans and dives between my legs. I can’t keep back my moans as he licks every sensitive crevice. When his mouth surrounds my clit, sucking the little nub, my orgasm takes me over suddenly, by surprise. I spasm and shake, closing my thighs hard around his head.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps tonguing my clit, gripping my ass to hold me to his face. I’m so wet, dripping juices onto his bed, and I can’t stop coming. He growls into my crotch, reveling in my helplessness, as my hips rise off the bed and I buck uncontrollably.

I’m about to fly apart, but he’s holding me together.

My noises turn pleading.

Finally, he lifts his head, and a shock passes between us.

“Do you want me inside you?” He’s deliberate, controlled, but his arms are shaking.

Yes,I want to shout.

I hold his gaze for a full minute. He stops moving. Everything stops moving. Then I give him a single nod.

He exhales in a rush, and warm, hard flesh presses against my cunt. I lift my hips, and in an instant, his cock sinks into my tightness. He’s big and heavy, and I gasp at being suddenly filled so completely. But my pussy’s so slick and hot that it welcomes him in.

I want to clutch him to me, but my hands are bound. So I lock my legs around his strong back as he fucks me deeper and deeper.

He’s babbling, like he’ll die if he doesn’t talk.You’re so incredible. So wet, so hot. I want to fuck you forever.

I shudder as he unleashes an onslaught of fierce thrusts, pushing my knees to my chest, fucking out whatever ghosts are inside him. Piercing me again and again with his thick cock and the arrows of his words.

As I grip him with my cunt, straining at my bonds, I manage to capture his lips. I kiss him long and hard, our tongues tangling. Finally, he jerks away and stares.

“It’s you,” he whispers, looking stunned. Seeing the woman in front of him and not a ghost.

I nod and tug at the sash on my wrists, pleading with my eyes for him to release me. Swiftly, he undoes the knot. When I slide my hands up his back, over his muscled ass, into his hair, he groans. He’s so close, and God, so deep, hitting the back of my pussy with savage plunges. My breasts press against his hard chest, and my world narrows down to the ferocious pleasure of being fucked by this man.

His blue eyes open wide as he shudders, thrusts, and comes deep inside me. With each spurt, he groans and grips my hair, drinking in my moans. He never looks away from my face.

Finally, he rolls off me, panting, and I curl up in his arms. As our pounding hearts slow, he kisses the top of my head, and I press my lips against his shoulder. I know what he’s found. For the time being, I’ve found it too.

Peace.

Shortly before dawn, I stir awake. We’re folded together on his narrow bed. Wake-up time is coming soon, and I need to slip back to my room before the others rise.

I inhale the spicy scent of his warm skin, brushing dark hair off his forehead, and his eyes blink open. He smiles sleepily and gives me a good-morning kiss. I point to the bedside clock and he nods.

This is the moment for me to make a graceful exit. To observe the rules for the rest of the retreat, because we’ve both gotten what we need. But his arms are still wrapped around me, and I don’t want to let go.

Pulling back, I run my finger along his forearm and trace letters to form a word. He raises his eyebrows, but he follows along.

TONIGHT

I add the question mark with my eyes. He thinks it over and nods.

A smile tugs at his lips as he traces an answering word on my stomach. It tickles. I shiver, trying to focus on the shapes.

DANIEL

His name. I realize that by giving me that, he’s making this real. What happened here is between him and me and no one else. He’s dropped his baggage. It might still be in the room, but he’s not carrying it.

I hesitate before replying. There’s something about anonymity that’s appealing. But there’s no going back — only forward.

On his arm, I writeJOCELYN.

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