He brushed his fingers down her cheek, the electricity soaring. “Not without a plan. A tropical island,” he mused, knowing there was no fucking way.
“White sandy beaches. A little house by the water?”
“Can you imagine?”
The quietness that settled between them was more unnerving than ever before.
“That can never happen. We aren’t fools,” she whispered.
“There is always a dream.” He glanced toward his gun, remorse crowding every thought. He’d accepted his life with no question because there’d been no other choice.
And still, there were no other options.
She opened her eyes wide. “I can’t leave my job and go into hiding with you.”
“Not with me, Sophia. That would be entirely too dangerous, but you can start a new life anywhere. You need to trust me. They will retaliate. There is no other choice.” She seemed so frail, if only for an instant. He cupped both sides of her face, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across her skin. The feel of her was wonderful yet utterly painful. He’d destroyed her life. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Wrath. I played a part in all of this. Whatever happens, the wheels have already been set in motion.”
Unable to resist, he captured her mouth, yanking her closer until her breasts were crushed against his chest. There was no resistance on her part as she clung to him, rising onto her tiptoes, her palms pushing against his chest. He would never forget her incredible taste, the way their tongues danced together, a perfect orchestration.
Everything about this moment was raw, the passion shared between them a firestorm of raging desire. He slid his hands down her back, kneading her buttocks and pushing his cock against her belly. Every cell was alive, his heart thudding as a reminder they were both living too close to the edge.
She ground her hips back and forth, creating a wave of friction between them, soft mewls pushing past their locked lips. Her hunger was as insatiable as his.
Breaking the kiss, he fisted her hair and tugged, exposing her long neck. He breathed against her soft skin before nipping her chin.
“Oh, Wrath,” she whispered then fumbled with his button and zipper, finally able to peel away the material edges.
He untied her belt, sliding the robe off her shoulders, licking as he lowered his head, tilting her into a deep arc.
“Jesus.” She dug her fingers into his arms as he sucked on first one nipple then the other.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked, crawling his hand between her legs.
“Yes.”
“Do you want my cock inside of you?” Wrath swirled a finger around her clit, inhaling the scent of her desire.
“God, yes. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
Growling, he thrust one finger inside, plunging in rapid motions. The way her pussy muscles clamped around his finger filled him with savage lust, his dark hungers swimming to the surface. “Are you certain?”
“Yes, sir. Very… certain.” She managed to slide her hand inside his open trousers, freeing his cock, her hand wrapping around the base.
As she began to pump up and down, stroking in a frantic manner, she closed her eyes and opened her legs. She struggled to push his pants to the floor, moaning after reaching success.
He licked up the length of her neck, nipping her earlobe as he shoved two more fingers inside. She was wet and hot, jutting her hips forward to meet every hard thrust. His patience was gone, his needs far too great. Breaking the connection, he kicked out of his confining material, immediately lifting her into the air. “Then a hard fucking is what you’re going to receive.”
She took several deep breaths as he positioned the tip of his cock, biting back a scream the moment he impaled her with the entire length. “God. Yes. Yes!” She wrapped her legs around his hips and rolled her arms around his neck, pulling her lips close to his.
He forced her up and down on his shaft, the force jiggling her luscious breasts. He wanted nothing more than to make her come. As she rocked him, using the strength of her upper thighs to move up and down, he inhaled her sweet fragrance, the scent making him instantly intoxicated. Then he slipped his thumb into her asshole, issuing a series of guttural growls.
“Fuck. Yes.” She lolled her head, her mouth pursed.
Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he savagely forced her up and down on his cock, his balls swelling. Everything about the moment was brutal, the kind of hard fucking that they both craved. His chest heaving, he threw his head back and roared.
Then a moment of understanding settled in, a cold and dire knowing.
