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The ground quaked at her words. Shifted, tilted, and finally broke free as desire surged toward us with a powerful force. An unstoppable force.A dangerous force.

And the landslide took me down.

Chapter Nine

Rhys

The door slammed closed as I hauled her to me, covering her mouth with mine.

Fuck, she tasted good.Like whiskey and starbursts. Sweet and tart and whole on my tongue.Too damn good to be anything but a mistake.

But there was nothing I could do. I wanted her too badly for too long. And that look in her eyes… it wiped away every caution like an avalanche down the side of a mountain, blanketing every reservation in white-hot desire.

Her arms slid and latched around my neck as I lifted her, like it was the most goddamn natural thing in the world. And God help me, it felt like it. I carried her down the hall, up the stairs, and into my cabin with blind familiarity. Kitchen. Living room. Bedroom. The layouts of all the cabins were similar—a stock set-up for simple living. Nothing had been special about my cabin until I brought her into it.

As soon as I reached the bed, I turned and sat on the end, letting her sink firmly into my lap.

My hands went for her shirt just as hers reached for mine. In a tornado of melded mouths and moving limbs, we frantically stripped each other. I groaned into the tangle of our tongues when her bare breasts filled my hands. I couldn’t get enough. The taste of her mouth. The feel of her hard nipples between my fingertips. The sound of her moans as she rocked against me. I couldn’t get enough of her fast enough.

“Rhys…” she whimpered, her head tipping back as my mouth moved to her neck, printing the mark of my lips on her olive skin.

Fuck, she was as wild as me.

“Please…” She arched her breasts into my hold, urging me to knead them harder. They were so fucking perfect, full and heavy in my hands, the pebbled tips begging for attention. I sank my teeth into the corner of her shoulder and pinched her nipples at the same time. She bucked against me, the pressure on my cock so intense it made me see stars.

Her hand curled into my hair and yanked my head back, her fierce eyes finding mine. “Fuck me.” It was an order and a plea. Utter ferocity and complete vulnerability.

A ripple of wildness rocked through me, and with a snarl, I slid my arm around her and flipped us over, putting her on her back as I set my mouth on a path down her sternum, finding the straining peak of her nipple and pulling it between my lips.

“Rhys.” Her moan was the sweetest note I’d ever played, so I turned it into a melody with my mouth. I licked and sucked and laved her breast, relishing the sounds that left her lips as my hand went to her waist. I gripped the waist of her yoga pants and pulled them over her hips.

“No underwear?” I hissed as I drew back, the sweet juncture of her thighs bare and slick and glistening for my gaze.

She looked up at me, eyes twinkling. “You didn’t bring me any.”

Fuck.

I growled deep and freed her legs free of the fabric before lowering myself between them.

“Perfect,” I rasped, taking a hungry breath of her heady scent before setting my mouth on her slick folds. If the forbidden apple tasted half as good as her honeyed cunt, it was no wonder Adam and Eve had risked original sin. A deep groan ripped through the seam of my chest as her sweetness coated my tongue.

“Fuck me,” she begged, but I couldn’t stop.

Not yet.

My hands dug into the flesh of her thighs as I held her wide, my tongue charting every inch of her center like it was only mine to uncover. She twisted my hair, holding me to her with unabashed want as I laved her wet flesh, sliding my tongue along her entrance and then flicking it over her clit until she bucked and cried out. Until she soaked my fucking face. And still, I wanted more.

“Please, Rhys.Please.”

Her soft plea stopped me.Broke me.

A low noise fired from my chest as I moved back and reached for the waist of my pants. The release of pressure should’ve felt good, instead, it only intensified the throb of my cock. It was painful and blinding and so fucking ravenous for her that my vision blurred.

“Fuck.” I gripped my thick shaft, working myself in slow, steady pumps before I had a fucking heart attack.

“I wondered what it looked like,” she murmured, watching with an absolute feral expression as beads of moisture formed on the fat head of my cock, dripping and clinging to the metal piercing.

My apadravya piercing was a curved bar through the meaty tip of my cock, the balled ends of the piercing a double dose of pleasure where they rubbed inside her.

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