“I want you,” he strained to say, tense, not bearing to look at me. “Ineedyou.”
Playing with his hair, silky and short, I savored how he trembled. Wired beyond return, heburned.
“Careful.” Pushing off the bar, Gedeon marched over to us, like a soldier, each movement calculated not to waste a drop of energy. Pausing at Zion’s back, he grabbed his nape. “Hold on.”
Zion choked, his hips grinding into mine, the movement soaking my panties. Trapped between the window and him, I couldn’t so much as wiggle, but any thought about escaping had fled my mind long ago.
My lips an inch away from his, I asked, “What’s wrong?” Without moving, I caught Gedeon’s eyes, his irises as dark as the night sky.
The severity of his look melted the pants straight off my legs.
Metaphorically, of course. Though I wished it’d been literal.
“He wants to fuck you.” Gedeon’s hand snaked to enfold Zion’s throat. The quivering puff of air ghosting over my mouth betrayed how Zion felt about Gedeon handling him.
“I’m not blind,” I muttered. “I canfeelhim wanting to destroy me. The question is, why is he shaking?”
“Crimson.” Zion ground against my lower abdomen, pressing me into the glass at my back. “So beautiful.”
“You are dripping red. And you know what blood does to him.” Gedeon tightened his grip, restricting Zion’s airway, keeping him an incremental distance away from me. “He’s afraid of breaking you if I let him loose.”
The most unhinged man in the universe was petrified of hurting me.
“Is it true?” I traced down Zion’s chest, over the rock-hard pectorals to his sternum, his heart pounding fast and hard under his rib cage. Even through the thin fabric of his skintight soldier’s shirt, his body radiated heat.
His throat bobbed under Gedeon’s hand. “I can’t hold back much longer.”
I scrunched up the synthetic fabric of his shirt. “Then ruin me.” A nod to Gedeon to show I was okay with this, and I murmured, “Break me, Zion.”
“Pace yourself,” Gedeon warned as he released Zion’s throat.
Without hesitation, Zion launched at me, grunting, growling, groaning, shoving his sounds down my throat as his tongue twined with mine. The deep gash in his cheek had to hurt, but he tended to enjoy a little bit of pain, like me.
Iron flooded my taste buds, but he didn’t relent, ravaging me like a starving man. Gasps fluttered out of me as I sought to survive the onslaught.
He scrambled to unbuckle my belt, the sole plastic button of my soldier’s pants, the zipper. Before I knew it, chilly air bathed my bare ass and thighs.
Leaving the material tangled around my knees, Zion spun me around, and the view of the city unfurled before me.
With the window cool under my palms, a stark contrast to the jumble of arousal swarming my belly, I rested my forehead on the transparent wall. My exhales fogged up the glass, but they couldn’t soothe the raging tempest in the streets: a fight after a fight commenced, the outcome of war impossible to tell from this high up.
Zion snatched my right hip, his cock sliding along my slit, and I rose onto my tiptoes, my lungs ceasing to function from the anticipation.
He notched himself at my entrance?—
His pelvis smashed into my ass as he slammed in.
A cry lodged in my throat. The sudden stretch made my pussy clench around him, and his approving groan intensified my spasms.
His fingers dug into my flesh, shading my skin in bruises, razing my nerve endings. Without pulling out, he dragged me a foot away from the window. “Keep your hands on the glass.”
With my legs quivering and my pants twined around my knees, I was forced to arch my back, to accept there was nowhere to run. “Okay.”
A few steps away from us, Gedeon leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window. “Eyes on me.” He folded his arms, crossed his ankles—a picture of nonchalance if there ever was one. “I want to see him tear you apart.”
On Gedeon’s last word, Zion withdrew and surged back inside me, bottoming out, rattling my bones. His heavy breathing and curses curled my toes as he pounded into me unwaveringly, squeezing my hips to lock them in place.
I relished the dull pain, the vicious rhythm Zion had set, the moments of nothing but pleasure whenever he hitthatspot.
