Page 86 of The Criminal

I fisted handfuls of the thick shag rug and braced myself on all fours, ready to be fucked. Hard. This frantic coupling was unreal, like something out of a lurid fantasy.

He grabbed my ass and spread me open. I whimpered, ready for him to shove home. The unexpected stab of his tongue inside me made me arch and scream. He sucked my delicate flesh into his mouth, devouring me whole. It was a lash of agonizing pleasure.

I rocked my hips back, whimpering for more. And he gave it to me. The way he had devoured my breasts and my mouth was nothing compared to the salacious assault he leveled on my pussy. Teeth and suction. I was a throbbing mess by the time a blazing hot orgasm ripped through me.

I was still shaking with my release when he bent over my back and growled my name in my ear. The sting of his teeth at my shoulder made my spine arch. He shoved inside me in a single brutal thrust. He was all I could feel and hear; I was surrounded by him completely. Sucked into the eye of the storm raging inside him.

He pounded and grunted, fucking me so hard my arms gave out. I tipped my hips back to ensure he stayed lodged inside me. The thick carpet cushioned the side of my face.

In the past, he’d been too careful with me. Guilt had tethered his desires. This was raw and unlike anything I’d ever felt from him or any man. It was him, pure and unfettered.

“Please. More. Keep going.” I murmured the nonsense chant over and over in rhythm with his violent strokes. I reveled in him using me to exorcise his pain.

“Fuck, Lee.” He pinned me to the floor with a hand in the middle of my back and the other at my hip. His thrusts became impossibly harder. His cock was so deep, I’d feel it for days. This was Derek, unvarnished, stripped to his most essential. The fierce warrior let loose, taking me as his. I loved it.

I’d never had sex like this. His wild passion and unbridled desperation combined to forge a connection unmatched by anything I’d ever shared with another person. He needed me at an elemental level, and I never wanted it to end.

Accepting this baring of his soul was part of loving him.

I shoved a hand under me to stroke my clit. It was essential for me to come; I knew it. Sharing pleasure was part of this experience. A gift I wanted to give to him as much as myself.

“Yes, angel, touch yourself,” he growled into my ear. “Come for me.”

I was so sensitive, the lightest touch made me shudder.

“Like that.” The sound of our slapping flesh filled the room.

I pinched and stroked myself. “So close.”

“Get there.”

Head buried in the shag carpet, I screamed out my release as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. Derek shouted and shivered above me, his thrusts slowing as his orgasm receded.

Chapter 45

Derek

Whatthehellwasthat?

I was trembling. My legs shook and black spots clouded the edges of my vision like I was about to pass out. Beneath me, Lee sprawled on the floor, an occasional tremor still rocking her beautiful body.

About to collapse from the intensity of my orgasm, I scrambled to one side and plopped on my ass. My spent cock hung from my open pants. I leaned back against the side of the couch and closed my eyes.

In the darkness, my brain was quiet. I felt empty, and that was good enough. I hovered in the emptiness. It wouldn’t last. Recriminations already surrounded my safe space.

I tried to calm my labored breathing and ignore the stitch in my side. It was like I’d run a sprint, not made love to a woman.

Made love. I almost groaned. That was straight-up fucking. Unhinged and out-of-control fucking. I’d told her I loved her. What a messed-up way of showing her. The mix of shame and lust brewing in my belly was coalescing into a brick of remorse. I had used her.

What now? Apologize. Or smack her ass and tell her she was a good girl like in one of those Fifty Shades books.

I’d never been like that with a woman. I lost control like some raging beast. I rubbed at the sweat slicked across my forehead as I tried to unravel the chain of events that landed me here.

Lee rolled over and stretched like a cat. The sweet whimper she made in the process had my cock thinking about round two. My brain was obviously fried if I wanted her again already. She should kick me out.

I reached out and touched the angry red patch of skin on her knee. She had rug burns. I’d done that. The brick of remorse I was carrying doubled in size. I’d loved every hot, sweaty minute of fucking her that way. And I couldn’t imagine letting go like that with any other woman. But I shouldn’t have.

“I’m sorry.”

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