Page 95 of Fly Back to Me
His lips tickle the hair above my ear, blossoming a heat over my skin. “I would’ve brought down the whole fucking world to find you if I knew you like I do now.”
“You flew back to me,” I croak through broken sobs.
“You believed in my wings,” he whispers.
I gulp before ejecting a long breath. My hair dampens, blouse clinging to my chest as both of us remain rooted to the ground.
Each ticking second is like the failed strike of a match. The head swipes against the black strip, and the repeated tick falls in rhythm with the beats of our hearts.
Two hearts now beating in harmony.
“I can’t wait anymore,” I beg breathlessly. “Please, Cade.”
As if my plea swipes just the right spot on the striking pad, the match between us finally lights.
Strong hands harshly cup my waist, whirling me around so my back fuses with the slippery fence. Mere inches separate us, my chest heaving through pinched breaths in an agonizing anticipation that thunders inside me.
Hunger.
Starvation.
Cade yanks the zipper down the center of his hoodie, ripping the garment off his shoulders to unveil immaculately sculpted arms. Taut skin encases the ripples of his chest and abs, and the cotton fabric hits the soiled ground. My eyes land on that hypnotic V at the waistband of his jeans, a hot simmer shooting through my veins from the sight.
His fingers find his belt, and my gaze glides over him in a frenzy. Some of his dark tendrils are glued chaotically to his forehead above feral eyes, rain droplets now cascading down his steel torso. I’m finally able to appreciate his black and gray tattoo, stretching from his right pec to the back of his right hand.
The hand that unloops the leather strap from its buckle.
“Take your pants off,” he demands, toeing out of his boots before tugging his jeans down.
My throat bobs as I meet his gaze, my trembling fingers finding the button of my pants. I slip out of my sneakers, dragging the soaked denim off my legs, and then we’re both removing our socks.
When I’m standing in nothing but my shirt and panties, I cower back against the cold PVC. Goosebumps explode all over my skin, the chill of the rain colliding with my caged lust.
Cade’s black boxer briefs carve a massive erection, his tight thighs sculpted underneath for my viewing pleasure. But rough hands capture my waist again, spinning me until they plant mypalms against the drenched fence.
Heat sears my back as Cade’s hard cock nudges the crease of my ass. “You want to get fucked? Huh?” His voice is pure grit, and a pool of arousal soaks my panties. “Open your legs. Nice and wide for me.”
My toes dig into the soiled ground as I plant my feet apart, the cold slop unable to combat the torch that’s lit between us. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, tugging it until the lace bites into my skin and tears at the seam.
“Oh god,” I pant.
The shredded fabric flies aimlessly, his lubricated torso rubbing against my back as he yanks his underwear off his legs.
We’re caged by the abundant rain, a symphony of falling beads of water that never actually extinguishes the anguish. Each droplet is like a slap of gasoline, elevating the flames of the fire that devour our bodies whole.
My fingers find the hem of my shirt, swiftly ripping the saturated garment over my head. Cade kneads my tits over the lace bra, squeezing a whimper from me before tweaking my taut nipples. Then he covers my hands, gliding them up the wet fence to place above my head.
“Don’t move an inch, you understand me?” he growls.
I nod breathlessly. “Yes.”
He clutches one hip to jut my ass out, using his free hand to guide the head of his cock to my soaked entrance. I mewl when he caresses the velvet tip along my slit, coaxing my tight hole.
Without warning, he tears through me, stretching my pussy as he jerks my body forward with the force of his thrust. I cry out, my forehead dropping to my clammy arm as I nearly split around him.
Both his palms rest at my waist now, his damp chest leaning forward as I adjust. He’s long and full. Merciless. But I’ve never wanted to be possessed by anything or anyone more than I doright now.
I’ll let him destroy me if it’s the last thing I ever get to do.
