Body strung tight, I arch into him, shamelessly rolling my hips atop him. With a violent curse, he drops his mouth to the swell of my breast, teeth nipping at my blouse as if trying to tear through. He catches the fabric, his teeth coming away with a button. He spits it out, eyes feral with hunger. And that look—so raw, unbridled—makes my pulse stagger.
A trickle of fear leaks into the building pleasure, striking a shiver against my bones. There’s something menacing in his eyes, getting off on the fear in mine. Fueling this primal need in him until he’s fucking his fingers into me with merciless, possessive strokes, his thumb skillfully swirling my clit. The stimulation stirs charged pulses through my veins, leaving my body trembling under his relentless touch.
My thighs burn as he circles my center, then thrusts deep, wrenching a strangled cry from my throat. A crackling heat sparks beneath my flesh, and I can feel how wet I am, slick and coating his fingers as they plunge in broken, desperate rhythm to my tripping heartbeat.
And I’m crashing too fast, my heart thrumming my ribs. An aching pressure gathers at the base of my spine, urging me to plant my hands on the support bar behind me, gripping as I arch backward, my hips rocking in eager search for release as I tighten around him.
“God, fuck—you’re so fucking perfect. That’s it…” His groan escapes rough through gritted teeth. “Fuck my fingers until you come, angel.” His voice breaks into a guttural sound. “I want to feel how tight and wet this cunt gets for me.”
“God…you have…no filter…” I gasp around a moan.
“None,” he growls, fisting his hand in my hair and tugging my head back. “You want to hear my filthy thoughts of you, starling? The way I want to ruin you so goddamn thoroughly you forget every man who ever touched you. How I want to make you come so fucking hard, you only remember the way I wreck this sweet pussy. You belong to me. Only me.”
His filthy words awaken something darkly forbidden within me, each one a brand seared into my skin—a promise I desperately want.To forget.
“Oh, fuck…oh, god.” My hips buck, rolling with the thunderous waves breaking against the shore, fusing with the hunger churning darker in the ocean of his eyes. “Orion, god—more. Fuck, please don’t stop.”
And that’s all it takes.
“Ah—Jesus—fuck, Collins.” A coarse groan tears free of his chest as he bands his arm around my back, pinning me to him as he drives his fingers in relentless desire to make me fall apart, pushing me toward release with each punishing stroke.
His mouth coasts dangerously close to mine, swallowing my raggedcries. “God damn, I have never seen anything sexier in my fucking life than you,” he whispers over my mouth.
He brings me right to the precipice, easing me breathlessly toward the brink. My orgasm teases on the fringe, just out of reach, my body one frantic heartbeat away from shattering.
“I want you to come for me, angel,” Orion demands roughly. “Right now. Come on my fingers.”
Mist off the water rolls in with the tide, dusk draping us in a veil of seclusion that allows Orion to claim me with fervent words and purposeful thrusts, teasing me apart until I’m shaking, coming utterly undone in his hold.
The tighter he grips me, the more I crave the restraint, allowing me this effortless surrender. In the same way he held me immobile against the speaker, the dark unknown pressing in, safe within the cage of his arms. Taking away the war between fight and flight where everything was simply?—
“Oh, mygod.”
—feeling.
And he senses exactly what I need, his arm binding around my body. The plea falls from my mouth, breathless and unguarded, “Hold me tighter.”
His eyes capture mine, a fierce devotion there that clenches my heart, before his hold tightens, and every rhythmic stroke hits harder, my pulse speeding, the ache bruising deep beneath my ribs. But the pain feels alive.
His thumb drags rough leather against my clit, friction sparking with each pass, unspooling me apart like his music until that exquisite ache pulls low in my back, igniting my inner thighs and along the fusion of my pelvis where his thumb braces, rocking me harder as my body shamelessly moves into his touch.
His sinful strokes quicken, urging me toward my breaking point. An intense burst of pleasure unfurls and my climax shatters through me, the pleasure unbearable.
Orion groans in satisfaction as I clench tight around him, unrelenting as he continues to work me past the point of pleasure, until he’s claimed every pulsing aftershock.
Our heavy breaths fall mingled between us, charging our silence with crashing waves and staccato heartbeats.
Orion doesn’t move right away, keeping his fingers seated just inside me, as if trying to memorize the sensation of me through the leather, and a guarded expression moves across his face.
I lick my lips, and his gaze ravenously tracks the path of my tongue, a torn sound emanating from his throat before he pulls free, stealing a hitched breath from my lungs.
He pushes his fingertip past my parted lips, easing the slick leather over my tongue. Those flames of his eyes intensify as he swirls his finger, his agonized look of lust and hunger burning through me as I taste the heady mix of us together—desire and leather.
He makes a tortured sound, a low rumble that scrapes across my skin as his hand falls away. I catch a glimpse of the fading anguish in his gaze before he tightens his hold on my hips.
“God—fuck,” he groans, pulling me down hard as he grinds up against my center. “You feel so fucking perfect against me, it scares me how good. Just the goddamn perfect symmetry of us…that I could get so lost in you, starling.”
Orion pulls his jacket closed around me against the ocean wind and drops his forehead to my chest, his ragged breaths dropping heavy.
