Page 165 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

“Luna,” he growls, breath ragged against my mouth. “I’m not letting you go. Not ever.”

The words fall like a blood vow, dark and possessive. I feel his fear of loss in how he holds me, so I kiss him back with everything—my own fear, anger, love—hoping it’s enough.

The storm rages harder but can’t touch us. Nothing exists but this. Us.

“Take me, Caden,” I whisper. “Right here. Right now.”

The feral look Cade shoots me is enough to have me stripping off my rain-heavy shirt and bra. My jeans join the pile then I’m naked before him, rain streaming down my skin. The cold doesn’t register—only the heat in his gaze and the way his breath catches as I step closer.

Cade leans back against the bike, his eyes devouring me . . . “Fuck, Luciana.”

I reach for his jacket, and he lets me strip it off, watching with that dark stare that liquifies my insides. His shirt follows, landing precariously on the handlebars.

I run my fingers along his rain-slicked muscles neither of us caring that his bandage is getting soaked.

He lifts me onto the bike to straddle him, his hands cupping my ass. My fingers fumble with wet denim while his own find my slick folds, thumb circling my clit.

“I’m ready, I’m ready!” I cry, unable to take any second of his teasing. “Just fuck me before I die.”

Cade chuckles, but I only gasp in pure greed as his cock springs out, hard and oh-so thick. Instantly I’m on him, tucking him between my aching entrance and descending onto the first delicious inch.

“Slow,” Cade commands.

“I can’t do slow.” I slam down on his entire length, relishing our tortured shouts of shock and pleasure.

“Luciana! Fucking Christ!” His tortured groan is music to my ears.

My hands grip his shoulders as I withdraw only to drive down with a force that rocks us both.

“Easy, woman!” Cade growls, but his body is already betraying him, his hips snapping up to match my rhythm, his fingers bruising tight around my ass. He’s trembling but not from cold—his skin burns like a furnace under my clutching fingers.

“You feel so good, Cade.” I roll my hips, gasping as my clit grinds against his pelvis, my nails scoring his muscles.

Cade surges forward and catches my nipple between his lips, sending bolts of pure heat down to where we’re joined.

He alternates between both breasts, his tongue stroking the hard peaks before gently biting.

It’s everything I’ve craved and more. I ride him harder, faster, the pressure building fast—like a dam about to burst. His hands slide up my back and into my hair, tilting my head back to expose my neck to his mouth. He nibbles gently until he reaches my most sensitive spot, and then he bites hard.

I scream as pleasure explodes in my core. Then I’m shuddering, my nails digging into his shoulders as I ride out my orgasm. Cade moans and tenses beneath me, his hips pistoning in short, uncontrolled jerks as his own climax hits.

Helifts me off him at the last moment, and I whimper at the loss of his hard length inside me. The sounds of his pleasure and the feeling of his cum on my skin is almost enough to make up for it. Almost.

For a moment, everything else disappears.

I look up to find his head tilted back, eyes closed, and mouth slack, completely oblivious to the rain pelting his face.

“Wow, Caden,” I smirk, ignoring the tremors still wracking my body. “You look like you just had your brains fucked out.”

One brow arches as his eye cracks open, lazy but sharp. “Really?”

I lean closer, my lips brushing his ear. “Bet you’ve never come so hard in your life.”

Both eyes snap to mine now, dark and electric. “You can try being a smartass after you’ve stopped twitching like a broken vibrator.”

A breathless laugh escapes me, spilling out until it’s loud and unrestrained. Cade’s low chuckle joins mine, and soon we’re both shaking with laughter, the sound rising above the rain.

Before we tip off the bike, Cade sets me on my feet. I bend to grab my soaked jeans, but his arm snakes around my waist, pulling me back against him.

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