I haul her upward.
She gasps, her hands instantly flying to my shoulders to steady herself as I lift her completely off the sofa. I do not carry her. I drag her body entirely flush against mine, her bare toes barely touching the warm wood of the terrace. The thin, sheer white silk of her slip dress does absolutely nothing to mask the immense, burning heat of her skin.
I crush my mouth down onto hers.
There is no frantic desperation in this kiss. We are not bleeding out in a motel. We are not hiding from federal drones. This is a kiss of absolute, tyrannical ownership. It is slow, deep, and entirely devouring. I part her lips with my tongue, completely invading her mouth, claiming the soft, sweet heat with a slow, agonizing thoroughness that forces a breathless moan from her throat.
She wraps her arms securely around my neck, entirely anchoring herself to my massive frame. Her fingers trace the thick muscles of my uninjured back, her chest heaving violently against mine.
I break the kiss, tearing my mouth away just far enough to drag a ragged breath into my lungs.
I look down at her. Her face is flushed, entirely intoxicated by the heavy, suffocating atmosphere of our isolation.
"Walk," I command, entirely releasing her waist, but keeping my hand firmly wrapped around the back of her neck.
I guide her backward. She doesn't hesitate. She walks backward across the terrace, stepping blindly over the threshold and back into the cool, air-conditioned shade of the living room, her eyescompletely locked onto mine. I match her steps, entirely stalking her across the white stone floor.
I back her entirely against the heavy, cool glass of the interior hallway wall.
The impact makes her gasp, her spine pressing flat against the smooth surface. I step completely into her space, caging her entirely with my large, scarred body. I plant my left hand on the glass beside her head, the healed shoulder easily supporting my weight, while my right hand drops to the delicate hem of her white silk dress.
"You walked into a federal black site for me," I murmur, my face hovering mere millimeters from hers. The memory is a dark, heavy inferno in my chest.
"I would walk into hell for you," she breathes, her chest rising and falling in rapid, frantic staccatos.
"You did," I correct her, my fingers gripping the silk fabric. "You looked your brother in the eye, and you chose the monster."
"I chose my husband," she vows, entirely unapologetic.
A low, feral growl vibrates deep in my throat. I completely pull the silk dress up her thighs, bunching the fabric around her waist. She is not wearing any underwear. The sheer, absolute vulnerability of her body offered so freely to my hands completely severs the last remaining thread of my civilized restraint.
"You are magnificent," I praise, my voice a dark, relentless stream of absolute worship. "You are the most ruthless, beautiful, terrifying creature to ever exist. And you belong entirely to me."
I drop to my knees.
The polished stone is hard against my kneecaps, but I completely ignore it. I am at the feet of my queen.
I grip the backs of her thighs with my large, calloused hands, pulling her legs slightly apart. I stare entirely at her swollen, slick center. She is completely soaked for me, a heavy, transparent nectar weeping from her body, entirely betraying her desperate, aching need.
I lean forward and press an open-mouthed kiss directly to the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Sybil’s head tosses back against the glass wall with a sharp, melodic cry, her fingers tangling violently in the dark, heavy waves of my hair.
I do not rush. I have the entire rest of my miserable life to completely ruin her.
I map her thighs with my mouth, leaving hot, wet bites against her pale skin, slowly edging closer to the desperate, agonizing heat of her core. She is trembling, her knees buckling slightly, entirely forced to rely on my hands to keep her upright against the glass.
"Thayer, please," she begs, her voice completely shattered, entirely overwhelmed by the agonizing anticipation.
"Tell me what you want," I command, my breath washing hot and heavy directly against her slick folds.
"You," she sobs, her hips instinctively bucking forward, completely chasing the heat of my mouth. "I just want you."
I completely grant her request.
I open my mouth and entirely consume her.
A high, piercing scream completely tears from her throat, echoing loudly through the massive, empty villa. My tongue sweeps out, a broad, heavy, relentless stroke that completely coats her sensitive flesh. I taste her—the dark, intoxicating musk of her arousal mixed with the absolute, undeniable proof of her surrender.
