Pulling back, he gave me an authoritative look. I knew exactly what he wanted, which mirrored my raging desire. I pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy, slowly showing him my eyes when I was finished.
A slight smile curled on his lips and I was certain he’d tell me once again to be careful what I wished for. He didn’t bother, sliding his cock inside. I was so wet and so hot that my muscles reacted instantly, cinching around him and pulling him in even deeper.
The cries I emitted were strangled, much like his guttural sounds, and offered no room for doubt that what we were sharing was extreme passion. He walked us deeper into the water until the waves were lightly splashing over our heated bodies, swirling around us as if with welcoming arms.
He pulled out, driving into me again and it was the friction of our connection, the sheer volume of white-hot electricity shooting through us that was a clear sign of the tight tether we’d formed.
Call it chemistry.
Call it kismet.
It seemed as if destiny had driven us together. I only prayed the monsters lurking in the darkness didn’t tear us apart.
When I issued another sharp cry, his mouth covered mine, stifling the desperate cries that indicated sheer joy and utter ecstasy. The pleasure was even more intense and beneath the stars, as his movements were slow and easy, I realized we were making love.
This wasn’t about heated sex, although as I clawed at his skin, there was no mistaking the animal magnetism. This was about something deeper.
Closer.
More confirming of the way we felt about each other.
As if our connection formed a bond that couldn’t be broken through time or space.
Or even violence.
It felt as if my entire body was shattering in his hold, tiny pieces of myself lost in the atmosphere. But he was here keeping me safe, ready and even eager to pick up the pieces if necessary.
He broke the kiss but not his firm hold, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck as he lifted my head. The tickling sensations of his tongue in my ear were as powerful as the man. His thrusts turned wild, manic with such powerful strokes that water cascaded over us like a waterfall.
This was our passion.
Unbridled.
Uncontrolled.
Unyielding.
I clung to him as he fucked me, wishing on the very stars above he’d pointed out that the intensity of what we were sharing would last.
Every moan was infused with need, every growl he emitted creating a fire that burned so hot my core was swallowed up in waves of flames.
With our bodies shaking, the rush of endorphins drove me into another even more fiery orgasm. When my body stopped shaking, I collapsed in his arms, the deep throb of his cock keeping me on edge.
While his actions slowed, I sensed just as before he could no longer hold back. In the next few amazing seconds, he erupted deep inside.
That’s the moment I was completely lost.
There was no turning back.
I was deeply and unsettlingly in love.
CHAPTER 21
Sasha
“What is it, Bernie?”
The man was fidgety, standing in the doorway of the office in the house as if invading my privacy. “I’m sorry to bother you, sir.”
