Page 21 of Ruthless Salvation

Maybe once I had her, the obsession would ease. So much of this was probably my own damn fault for telling myself she was forbidden. If that was the case, maybe I could free myself with one quick fuck. I’d see that she wasn’t anything special and move the fuck on.

My dick was already solid stone, ready and impatient. He didn’t care what rationalization I used, so long as it got him buried where he wanted to be.

Storm bit down on her lip then peered up at me through her forest of black lashes.

The air around us shifted as the last tether of my self-control unraveled.

I walked her backward, ripping off my wraps to free my hands. I didn’t want anything getting in the way of my ability to touch her. To feel her body shiver and shudder beneath me. With her back against the cold metal lockers, she was mine for the taking until the door opened behind us.

My eyes stayed glued to hers. “Get the fuck out,” I barked.

“Everything okay in here?” Bishop. Annoying fucker.

“We’re good, so long as you disappear,” I growled back.

The door clicked shut, and I knew he’d gotten the message. He wouldn’t allow any more interruptions.

I guided her jacket over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Finally breaking our stare, I slowly lowered my gaze to where her chest heaved beneath a thin cotton shirt. A moth drawn to the flame, my hand rose to cup her breast. It was involuntary. As necessary as breathing.

My eyes clenched shut as I relished the feel of her warm body in my grasp. How many fucking times had I imagined this moment?

Stormy gasped at my initial touch but didn’t stop me. In fact, her chest swelled on a heavy breath, pressing herself harder against my palm.

“I don’t understand. I thought you didn’t…” She paused, as if reluctant to continue her thought.

I stilled, wanting to know what she was thinking. “Didn’t what?”

“Didn’t want anything to do with me. You act like I’m a pain in your ass.”

“Youarea pain in my ass.” My voice was as ragged and unforgiving as my need to possess her. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to bury my cock deep inside you.”

Her eyes widened a fraction, the pupils dilating. She liked it when I talked dirty. Jesus, she couldn’t be any more perfect.

“Pants. Off.”

She started to obey, getting so far as to lower the zipper, then paused. Her brows drew together. “I need to know why, Torin.”

“Why I want to fuck you?”

“Why you came for me.” Vulnerability softened her voice and stiffened my cock.

The answer was simple. “Because you needed me.”

I’d known that down to the marrow of my bones. She’d needed my help, and no force on earth could have stopped me after that.

I hooked my thumbs in her pants and tugged them down. She could tell me to stop, but I wasn’t asking permission.

Thank Christ, she slid off her shoes. That was all the consent I needed.

I lifted her against me and relished the feel of her long legs circling my hips. With her back against the locker, and my eyes boring into hers, I freed my cock and found her entrance.

“Shit, Stormy. You’re already drenched for me.” I slid between her folds three times, slowly back and forth. Teasing her. Teasing myself. Testing my self-control and coating my cock in her juices. When I pressed inside her, she stiffened.

“Jesusfuck,you’re tight.” My eyes clenched shut at the feel of her pussy walls squeezing the head of my cock, sending shock waves of pleasure up my spine.

“It’s been a while,” she said on a shaky breath.

A while? Try years. I would have reveled in my discovery had all my concentration not been devoted to controlling myself. I was only halfway inside her and had to clamp down on my overpowering need to surge deeper until I was fully sheathed in her warmth. That sort of force would have ripped the woman in two. Instead, I slowly rocked my way past the gates of heaven.

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