Like father, like… Wrath hadn’t chosen his life, although he certainly had elected to lavish in the lifestyle. Could the man change? Could he be redeemed, living a normal life? Her thoughts muddled, she dropped her head into her hands beforehearing what sounded like a splash. She waited and when he didn’t appear, she swam under the waterfall, breaching the surface only inches away from him. She only needed the lights’ reflection to know that he was naked.
Wrath remained where he was, brushing both hands through his wet hair. There was no smile on his face, only an expression of pure lust as well as utter control. He was waiting for her move. As his muscles flexed, beads of water slipped down the length of his body in slow motion.
Her pussy quivered, her nipples even more aroused. She was no longer certain there was any concept of fighting their connection, an electricity so intense that nothing else in her life seemed to matter.
The man was gorgeous, muscular in all the right places, six-pack abs and a slender waist. Memories of their times spent together surfaced, blinding her to the danger. Her mouth watered thinking about sucking on his throbbing cock. She no longer wanted to hold back from him or from herself.
Her needs.
Her desires.
He knew what she wanted, what she’d been longing for buried under policies and procedures. “What did you say earlier in Italian?”
He hesitated before answering, “My beautiful flower.”
She swallowed and swam closer. “I’m just a girl. Nothing special.”
“That is where you are very wrong.”
There was such sadness in his voice, creating an ache in her heart. She swam all the way around him, taking a single finger and sliding it across his forearm. When he visibly shuddered, she moved closer, placing her hands on his shoulders, her fingers spread open. Every touch tentative, she explored his body, moving the pads of her fingers across his shoulder blades and down his back.
Wrath exhaled a long breath, strangled as he tilted his head. “Your touch is amazing.”
She leaned forward, kissing his back, following the trail of her fingers as she explored, caressing and kneading, her fingers using more pressure. She continued her exploration, dragging her tongue back and forth across his heated skin, moving in sweeping motions. She slid her tongue from one hipbone to the other, darting to his ass cheeks as her fingers rubbed his muscular thighs.
“You are one bad girl,” he muttered, his body swaying.
Every move slow and easy, she swished water, creating waves as she swam in front, splashing him then using her strong thigh muscles to paddle away. There was no disguising the expression he wore, the look of ownership, and as she stood to her full height, taking steps in his direction, she knew what he was thinking. He would devour her.
“Sophia, I don’t have words.”
“Then don’t talk.” Sliding her palms up his chest, she rubbed her thumb across his lips. “Don’t talk at all.” This time, she rose onto her tiptoes, licking around his mouth before darting her tongue past his parted lips.
Moaning, he kept his hands to himself, allowing her to play and tempt.
Moving her mouth up to his ear, she made a decision that could change everything, but one she could no longer resist. “Fuck me. I will submit to you in every way.” A ravaging desire burned within, erasing all her ideals. Whether temporary or not, this decision alone would change everything. She wrapped one leg around his as she kept her mouth hovered only an inch away. How could anyone ever understand her release, her desire to please her enemy? There was no turning back and she was prepared for the consequences. “Please.”
His entire body was shaking, and he issued a low-slung howl as he yanked her body to his, the kiss an instant savage moment, his tongue roaming her mouth, their teeth gnashing together. He was forceful, unyielding in his desire.
Sophia wrapped her leg around his thigh, shuddering from his caresses, the way his shaft pressed against her skin. His kisses became brusque, almost savage, driving her into a wild frenzy of unbridled desire. When he fisted her hair, yanking, open mouthing her cheek and jaw, then moving to her neck, she let out a series of whimpers.
“I will take every hole, fill you,” he whispered as he licked the base of her earlobe. “Claim you.”
“Oh…”
“Own you.”
“Yes. God, yes!” Closing her eyes, she shifted her arm, sliding her hand between them and cupping his balls.
“Such a very bad girl,” he muttered before biting down on her neck. “Some things never change.”
The hint of pain was exquisite, blissful and she squeezed his testicles, forcing a guttural groan. Moving her hand, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, pumping up and down, twisting until she created friction.
Wrath tugged her head back further, exposing her breasts, sucking and licking until he captured her nipple.
She clung to him, her body hovering close to true ecstasy. Sliding his cock between her legs, she swirled his cockhead around her clit as water splashed all around them. Her pussy was quivering, and she clamped down, relishing in the simple slice of heaven.
“Do you want me? Do you crave my cock buried deep inside your sweet pussy?”
