Kissing my shoulders, he rolls on the condom he found in the glove box and settles between my legs. I’m so wet, he slides right in. As he fills me up, the pressure intense and so damn good, I realize this has been my deepest desire since he first pointed his gun at me.
My kidnapper, protector, and savior.
So wrong, but I’ve never felt more right.
My decision to return after escaping shifted our dynamic, creating a balance in the cosmos that wasn’t there before.
I wrap my legs around him and hook my feet behind his back, urging him farther inside me.
“You feel incredible.” He plunges into me with steady strokes, burrowing his cock deeper than I ever thought possible. I moan, the pleasure burning like coal in my belly, warmth spreading with each of his thrusts.
He groans against my neck. “Fuck, Trinity…”
I don’t want to hurt him—he was in the hospital just yesterday—so I try to follow his pace as I rotate my hips up tomeet his. Still, I can’t stop myself from gripping his taut ass, squeezing, and encouraging him to pick up the pace.
I’ve spent my whole life being careful, analytical, and logical. The time I’ve spent with Brody has taught me that the world is chaos sprinkled with moments of calm, not the other way around.
I need more of this. More of him.
“Brody, Brody, shit…” I cling to him, my nipples scraping against his chest and sending little sparks of euphoria straight down to my pussy.
“You’re fucking perfect, Trinity.” He kisses my jaw and neck before dragging his tongue over my skin.
I rake my nails up his back, pulling him closer, pushing harder. I gasp for breath, my mind hazy.
I realize now that Brody getting rushed into that ER on a stretcher…right past the very spot where I stood…was fate.
An abstract, philosophical concept that I’ve never taken seriously.
But I can’t deny the truth.
We were fated to meet, though I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that…
Regardless, I want to keep this feeling for the rest of my life.
This warm, molten, passionate heat that boils between us, burning me alive.
Brody’s brought out a part of me I never knew existed, and there’s no putting the genie back in the bottle. I’m awash with this new sense of self.
He’s broken my barriers, both body and soul, and then reconstructed them around the crash site.
I can’t ever go back to the way I was before.
Nor do I ever want to let him go.
He moans, quickening his thrusts. “It’s like you…were built for me.”
“I know.” I breathe my agreement into his ear. Then lose all capability for words entirely when his fingers find my clit and pinch.
His mouth swallows my cries as an orgasm more intense than the pouring rain and more deafening than the thunder washes over me.
His cock pulses inside me as he comes while groaning against my mouth. I cling to him, trembling, shuddering, breaking.
The only two people in the world.
As my body continues to shiver—long after Brody’s pulled out and is lying beside me again—fear creeps in.
I’m terrified that, when all’s said and done, I’m going to lose this.
