Page 26 of Hostile Cravings
“Fuck, baby, never.”
“Then don’t.” Her consent barreled through me like a storm I couldn’t stop, and I plunged my finger into her. Her body quivered in my hands as she cried out.
I tore at her top, her breasts freeing as I swept my finger over her clit. Her nipple puckered below my hand, and I took it between my fingers, watching her in the mirror. Seeing how she fell further with each twist I made. Her stomach was shaking, her breathing so rapid it was destroying me. My eyes remained fixed on her as my finger thrust back into her. Her back arched, sending my finger further. She was dripping, and I suddenly wanted her wrapped around me. She pushed her breast further into my hand and I pinched her nipple, seeing her eyes roll back as her head pressed into my shoulder. The sight riveted me, and I could barelycontain myself while I watched her clenching her legs around my hand.
Her fingers pulled at my hair, and I dropped my mouth to her neck, running my lips over it before I looked back into the mirror.
“Look at yourself, Anj. You’re gorgeous coming on my fingers.”
Her moan was hoarse, and she pushed down on my fingers. Our eyes locked and as I drove a second finger into her, she shattered, her climax hitting her, her body tightening around them. A series of convulsions coursed through her, and I couldn't take my eyes from how sexy she looked. Her cry was feral and, knowing I couldn’t hold back any longer, I answered its call, pulling my fingers from her and jerking her hips back before freeing my hard-on.
I pushed her bikini aside and thrust into her, the sensation coursing through my body and gripping every part of me. Years of need for her, covered by hatred and anger, converged in an unrelenting need to have her fall apart for me again and to break with her as I filled her.
Yanking her hips further back, I shoved her head down to the sink, the aggression pounding through me each time she thrust her hips back to meet me. The mirror was extensive enough for me to watch, to see her face as she lifted her head, pushing against my hold on her, her eyes meeting mine. They were needy and lust-filled and I thrust harder, twisting her hair in my fingers and pulling. She moaned, a sound that pummeled through me, encouraging the storm to surge as her body quaked around me. She was so close, and I was about to come, my desire for her too intense to hold back any longer.
But I fought my release. I wanted to watch how her body moved with mine, to see the ecstasy on her face, that hunger that burned in her eyes. I pulled her hair so hard her body arched into my chest.
“Come for me again, little viper.” I barely recognized my voice. She had me so turned on I was struggling not to come yet.
Her eyes blazed as I continued to thrust into her, bringing my fingers back to her clit, my other hand returning to taunt her nipple more. Her nipples were fantastic. They were so hard my mouth was salivating with the need to suck on them.
“Tyson,” she cried as I moved my hand up her neck, shoving her head against my chest again. I tightened slightly, not wanting to hurt her. It was hard to hold back because I was aggressive, and I didn’t think she’d ever experienced a man like me. Her body trembled and mine responded, cresting to the edge of release. Slamming her back down, I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh, and watched her in the mirror.
“That’s it, baby, come for me.”
She cried out, her body gripping me so hard I could no longer contain my control over it.
“Fuck I’m gonna come,” I said hoarsely. I started to pull out, intent to splatter her back since I’d been too lost in the moment to think about protection. But she pushed into me. My eyes met hers.
“Fill me, Tyson,” she screamed through her climax. “I need to have you inside of me.”
I’d spotted the birth control on the counter, and she’d told me she always used protection, but I hadn’t come inside of a woman since I’d been a foolish teenager. The thought of it was enough to push me over the edge and I slammed into her harder, sensing her climax peak, her muscles bearing down on me and coaxing my release, which tore through me. It was so intense that it shook me to the core, my body shaking with hers, her cry mingling with my grunts until I dropped my hands from her hips and leaned on the counter.
I didn’t think I’d ever come so intensely, and seeing her come with me in the mirror had only added to that intensity. Her eyesmet mine as I slid from her and I realized what we’d just done, the step we’d just taken. The one uncontrollable move now changing us to something other than two people who despised each other. But I didn’t know what it had changed us to or if we could ever go back because going forward was an unknown neither of us was prepared to face.
Chapter Eight
ANGIE
Icouldn’t think. My body was on fire, the flames still raking through me. I could barely hold myself up and it had nothing to do with the ankle that was numb with the rapture my body was experiencing. I’d never had a man take me the way Tyson just had, never had one own me the way he had, the way he now did. That ownership had flared through me as he sent my first climax over the cliff, sending it spiraling to a place I couldn’t return from.
Having him inside of me, feeling how full he made me, how alive he made my body, had been pure ecstasy. But now, as he slipped from me, our eyes met and the reality of what we’d done hit us both. I saw it in his eyes, the flash of worry, the darkness that still sat there but had deepened.
He stepped from me, and losing his touch left me empty. I heard his zipper, and I straightened up, pulling my bikini bottom back in place and realizing we’d been so caught up in the moment that he hadn’t even removed it. It had been wet before, but he’d come so hard it had seeped around him and now was leaking into my bottom. This was why I never let a man come inside of me,aside from the protective reasons. But with Tyson, I had wanted it. I had needed it. I was on the pill, and I knew from our conversation that he used protection, so I wasn’t worried about it, I’d simply wanted the closeness, the experience of him emptying inside of me and knowing I’d been the one he’d lost complete control with.
I lifted my bikini top from where it had fallen in the sink. Holding it up to look at where he’d ripped it from me.
“How am I supposed to go to the beach with this, jackass?” I said, using my usual brattiness to cover the mix of emotions that were going through me. I didn’t know where this left us. Our bitterness toward each other had always defined our relationship, a bitterness that had started when I’d first met him and only grown over the years, leaving no room for the attraction it had shadowed.
His eyes evaluated me, the amber shining through as they softened.
“What?” I asked, still holding the top out in front of me. I bit my lip, not sure what his look meant, suddenly self-conscious and uncomfortable with what we’d done. “We can take this back, right? Pretend it didn’t happen?” I wanted him to say no, but I wasn’t sure what that would do or how to handle it if he did. Hearing him say yes, though, would have hurt entirely too much.
He lifted a brow, his sexy smirk returning, and he snatched the top from my hands. “You’re not going to the beach this morning,” he said, his hand coming out and moving below my hair. “And we’re not pretending this didn’t happen.” He yanked me against him, and relief settled through me. “Unless that’s what you really want.”
I could hear the opening he was giving me, and under it, the quiet plea for me to say no. It was the same plea that had laced my question.
“No pretending,” I answered, and his mouth smashed intomine. Desperate and hungry, the power of it made me wobble. His large hands moved to my waist, and he lifted me, sitting me on the sink.
