And she wanted more.
The need became overwhelming, obviously for both of them. She ripped at his clothes, groaning as she struggled to remove them.
Pierre responded, laughing in a guttural manner as he jerked off his jacket. “Fuck, I want you.”
“I want you. Hurry. I can’t wait.” She was shaking as she fumbled to unfasten his pants, her pussy clenching as the need continued to rise. The moment she was able to wrap her hand around his cock, she threw her head back and moaned. “So hard. God.” She pumped up and down, twisting and turning her hand in a forceful manner.
“Careful, sweetheart, you’ll make me come too fast and I’m gonna fuck you so damn hard.” He wrangled to get out of his pants, immediately lifting her off the floor. “This isn’t going to be pretty.”
“Just fuck me. Goddamn, just fuck me.”
He almost threw her up against the wall, the hard slamming noise reverberating into the room. He dragged her legs around his hips, immediately impaling her pussy. “Fuck. Yes.”
“Oh, God. Oh… Yes.” He spread her wide open, her muscles immediately clamping around the thick invasion. Panting, she clawed at him with one hand, her other slapping against the cold wall. The way he fucked her was carnal, barbaric in nature.
He rose onto the balls of his feet, jutting his hips forward as he fucked her, plunging in savage actions. His growls permeated the air around them as the electricity soared, shooting through both.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” She lolled her head as he took her, the tip slicing against her G-spot. Everything about the hard fucking was spectacular, leaving her spent yet wanting to continue forever. The sound of brutal slapping of her body against the wall matched her cries.
Savage.
Crazed.
Hungry.
They were both wild in their actions, their bodies undulating together. He slapped both hands on the wall, crowding closer, using only the strength of his muscular thighs to keep her aloft.
“Oh, Pierre.” She heard the soft mewing, the wanton need dripping from her voice. Everything about this was so wrong, sinful in several ways, but who the fuck cared? She laughed as she clung to him, finally allowing him all the control he wanted. This was absolute pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
When she could tell he was close to coming, she squeezed with what was left of her strength. And when he threw his head back and roared, she couldn’t help but smile. This was her control over him.
The man she adored.
The man she could submit to.
The man she could fall in…
She draped her arms over his shoulders, fighting the thought with everything she had. That wasn’t going to happen.
Pierre held her in his arms, refusing to let her go for almost five minutes. He savored watching her in the throes of passion, a single climax turning into a beautiful wave, the scent of her intoxicating. Everything about her was spectacular. When he finally eased back, he caressed her face, his fingers barely touching her. “Get dressed. I have somewhere special to show you. That is, if you’ll continue to trust me.” He took a step away.
She was as thrown as before, uncertain of everything about this man, including who the fuck he was. But if she had to admit the truth, she did trust him.
With her life.
The view was almost perfect, the lights of the city shimmering under the nearly full moon. Wrath stared out the windshield, enjoying the view. This was the last few moments they would spend together. He’d made his decision about her fate.
She would live to see another day.
“This is beautiful,” Ashley half whispered.
“I’ve come here many times when I needed to sort out an issue or problem. No one knows about this location and I’ve never brought anyone here.” The area was precarious to those who didn’t anticipate the danger. The small alcove was likely mistakenly made, the lack of guardrails potentially causing deaths. To his knowledge no one had flown off the edge, or if they had, the stories had been covered up. He snickered at the thought.
She leaned forward, her fingers gripping the dash. “I can see why. Beautiful but dangerous.”
“Like all things in our lives that truly matter. Don’t worry. If you slipped, I would catch you,cherie.”
Tipping her head in his direction, she seemed to be studying his expression, as if searching for truthfulness.
