Page 127 of The Darkest Hour

Rain poured down, soaking our skin. It was all cool water slipping along our lust-heated bodies.

“I’ve got to have you. Right now.” I pushed her back gently, guiding her down into the soft, wet earth.

The mud ran cool and slick beneath us.

“Onyx.” I hovered over her, using my body as a shield against the storm. “I think I need you. . .like the air I breathe. Like the blood that courses through my veins. . .I don’t think I could survive without you.”

She looked up at me with wide, pupil-dilated eyes. “I’ll always be here.”

“Good because. . .”

She parted her lips.

“I think I need you more than I need my own sanity.” I lowered and brushed my lips against hers. “You're mine.”

She shivered, and a soft, breathless sound escaped her lips. I knew it was her desire.

Her vocal need.

But, it wasn’t enough.

I needed to hear her tell me that she fully understood how much she was all mine. There could be no confusion.

“Say it,” I demanded, and my voice went low and rough with the deliriously wicked need that coursed through me. “Say that you’re mine.”

Her voice trembled. “I’m all yours, Havoc.”

The words sent an erotic jolt of passionate electricity through me, igniting maddening sparks that I couldn’t control.

Growling, I claimed her mouth again, and the kiss was dark, deep, and possessive. My cock rose, stiffening, getting hard as a fucking rock.

“I’m going to fuck you hard in this mud. Dirty you up and let this island, the very earth know how much you belong to me.”

She bit her lip.

Craving every inch of her, I roamed my hands over her rain-slicked skin, savoring those curves.

She yielded to me completely, in the most submissive way. Her body was pliant beneath mine, and her hands clutched at me and even the wet earth as I lapped at the raindrops falling all over her skin.

Then, I licked the points of her nipples.

The curve of her breasts.

The plain of her flat stomach.

The folds of her pussy.

I drank from her like a starved man.

And only when I couldn’t control myself anymore, I lifted back up, spread those thighs, and thrust my cock into her warm, wet pussy, stretching those greedy walls and forcing that soaked tunnel to accommodate me.

“Oh!”

The storm picked up. Raindrops pounded down around us, matching the rhythm of my cock as it slid and slipped in and out of her.

“Havoc!” She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.

Her nails dug into my back.

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