He is finally free to forge a new existence.
With me.
And as I teeter on the cliff of my new reality, I’m looking forward to the fall.
Because Havoc will catch me.
He toes off his shoes, then kicks off his jeans. Then glares at my fully clothed body. He steps forward. His smoky voice paints a wonderfully obscene picture of all the filthy things he plans to do to me as he strips away my clothes.
He bends to grab my gray lace panties and pauses, staring at them as if they’re the most magnificent thing he’s ever held. To my horror, he fists them, puts them to his nose, and inhales. Then he takes his face from my undergarment and locks those dark, haunted eyes on me. If the devil smiles, he would have nothing on the wicked grin slashed across Havoc’s face. He tosses aside my panties and stalks toward me. It’s easy to understand why men fear Havoc. He’s a hunter at heart, and when he grabs my throat with one hand and puts the other under my ass to lift me, I’m his willing prey.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he crushes his lips to mine. For added stability, I throw my arms around his neck. He walks us backward until I slam against the wall. Our teeth collide, and my bottom lip splits from the force of the impact. I welcome the sting, with lust acting as a stimulant.
Havoc gives me an evil grin that sends a chill skidding down my spine at the taste of blood from my kiss. He drags his tongue along my lip. It’s decadent and erotic, and when he releases a deep rumble that can only be described as animalistic, I dig my heels into him and press my breasts harder against his chest. I need the friction on my nipples, even as I grind my hips against his cock to ease the pressure in my core.
Havoc’s kiss turns feral, and without losing contact with my mouth, he shifts his hold on me. The hand on my ass moves between us. He grabs his dick and, with a hard punch of his hips, drives in deep, filling me. His mouth swallows my gasp as he stabs into me and tightens his grip on my throat. I sink my nails in his shoulders as his hard rhythm has my entire body bouncing. My spine bangs against the drywall, and I’ll probably have bruises, but I don’t care.
It doesn’t matter.
Nothing matters right now but this.
“Don’t ever…stop…being inside me,” I rasp out.
I don’t even know if what I said makes sense.
“Never,” Havoc pants back.
He removes his hand from his chokehold around my throat. Then his teeth are on my neck. Biting. Hard enough to send a wave of pleasure through me that drenches his cock because this is one more excruciating pleasure I enjoy.
When he grabs my breast almost as leverage, he continues to pound into me, his muscles straining with each powerful thrust. He squeezes hard, moving his mouth to mine so he can breathe in my next gasp.
Then, without warning, he tosses me on the bed. I land on my back, dazed. He stands there for a moment, a tattooed masterpiece with his cock erect and his chest heaving from exertion. His arms are limp at his sides as he studies me, like he’s deciding which is the best angle of attack.
Not wanting to wait, I help him decide by unabashedly opening my legs, and that damn devil smile claims his mouth again when his attention focuses on my wetness. He’s in pure predator mode when he climbs on the bed and dives in with his tongue, licking me from ass to clit, igniting an inferno that lifts me off the mattress. His hands turn into vise grips as he forces my legs farther apart. I thrust my hips, pressing my pussy against his expert mouth. He nips at me, then eases the slight shock of pain with a deft lap of his tongue.
Each lick, nibble, and dirty word growled against my pussy stokes the fire he lit inside me. It sears every nerve. The flames whip me into a frenzy. I grab his hair and cry out his name in a guttural moan as my orgasm lifts me.
Too high.
Terrifyingly high.
I’m about to jump off the edge.
Havoc crawls his way up the bed. He settles over me. God, everything about him is massive and commanding. He’s arrogant and angry, and his mood shifts so fast it gives me whiplash. But I wouldn’t have him any other way.
I adore this man.
I love him down to the ugly bits he believes are his most unlovable parts. And as he reaches between our bodies to line himself up with my entrance, I smooth my fingers over his creased brow.
“I love you.” The declaration whispers out of me like a relief.
Havoc goes as still as death. His dark eyes bore into me.Throughme. Searching for… Hope? I don’t know. Something. Maybe even he doesn’t know. But the kiss he feathers over my lips is as tender as it is tragic.
“No holding back,” he rasps.
I wonder if the warning is for him or me.
He slides into me, and it’s almost like a homecoming. He drives in deep. Stretching me. Filling me. The steel balls of his piercing are a wicked thrill as he rocks in and out on a slow and steady rhythm that rekindles the memory of when I asked him to make love to me. And that’s what he’s giving me. Maybe not love, but this is more than sex.
