Mouth still on mine, he rolls his hips once, then again. The moment of pause, of tenderness, dissipates, and he picks up his pace, getting a lotless gentle, just like he promised.
And god.
The heat of his skin flush with mine, body rocking. Every single one of my nerve endings is on fire, screaming for more, for harder and faster and rougher.
He slams into me, hitting just the right spot, pulling a loud gasp from my lips. “You ready for me to fuck you now?”
I dig my nails into his wrist and push his palm down harder on my throat. “You said you wouldn’t be gentle,” I rasp.
With a chuckle, he gives another hard thrust of his hips, and then another. He gives me no reprieve, his movements punishing, his hand squeezing at my throat as he rails into me.
I cling to his shoulders, grating my nails deep into his skin.
It’s wild and rough. Unrelenting. Savage.
Pressure builds behind my nose and my head swims as he clamps down tighter on my throat. A sweet euphoria takes over, forcing my eyes closed, enticing louder moans, making my body shudder.
This man fucks without control. Without thought. Like an animal staking its claim. All I can do is endure it. There’s no escape. He holds me down, conquering me, filling and fucking and using me.
And in this moment, I’m his to claim, however the hell he wants.
“God, Gracie,” he says, voice rough. “Look how fucking pretty you look taking my cock. So goddamn beautiful.”
His grip on my hip turns bruising, his hold on my throat ironclad and unyielding as a pulse flutters between my legs. He moves faster, grinding against me, and as I move with him, desperate for friction, the ache builds, feeding the growing need inside me to let go.
With another low chuckle, he increases the pressure at my throat. “Fuck, I love seeing you like this. Already so fucking desperate to come. Eyes on me, Gracie. I don’t want to miss a single second.”
As he commanded, I stare up at him, relishing the way he pulls me closer to that edge. I lose myself in the eyes of the man who was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice, commit the most heinous of all the sins, for me.
“Come for me, Gracie,” he growls.
Stars pepper my vision. The tingling in my toes works its way up my legs as I gasp for breath. He only fucks me harder. The sensation builds, my moans guttural, and as a slow and steady pulse thunders through me, my body tenses. Then my release washes over me, and I feel weightless.
“Ah,” I choke out.
It keeps coming. Wave after wave. A perfect, beautiful, overpowering rush of pleasure.
With a low moan, he pounds into me, unrelenting.
“Fuck.” He buries his head in the crook of my neck, grip near suffocating, and his body shakes and quivers as he spills inside me.
He releases my throat, and as the tension disappears, my climax eases, and I go limp.
Neither of us speaks, our ragged breaths the only sound filling the car.
It’s what I needed. A distraction. A release. A pair of arms to get lost in. To feel instead of think. To take in air, to breathe, when everything in my life is crushing down on me, suffocating me.
Tonight, Decker was my fucking oxygen.
He weaves his fingers into my hair and pulls back, looking down at me with a hungry look in his eye. No. It’s more than hunger. It’s starvation. Famine. Linc looks at me like he wants to carve himself into my bones. It’s possessive. All-consuming. A brand searing itself into my skin, into my soul.
And god, he can’t be looking at me like that. It doesn’t matter that I’m starting to feel like I want to stay here, keep all this, maybe even keep him. It doesn’t matter that he was ready to kill for me. None of this is permanent. It can’t be. Not with the mess I brought with me.
Cut and run. It’s what I do.
But how the hell do I run from a look like that?
The more time I spend with Linc, regardless of how hot and cold it’s been, how chaotic, the more I think that maybe he’s not the kind of man who’s all that easy to cut out. I saw it tonight, in the sacrifice he was seconds from making, in the way he wasabout to lay it all on the line. He’s not the kind of man who’s easily left behind. And I can’t have that.
