Page 40 of Hostile Bond
The second he straightens, I obediently return my cheek to the hard surface, fully exposed to his every whim. Chills scurry from the roots in my scalp to my tiptoes. I’m on fire, an illogical reaction to a devil who’s claiming me.
Uncontrollable prickles race the length of my spine when feathery whiskers traverse the rawness of my buttocks, his tongue teasing kindness.
Content he’s worshiped the red-handed welts, a cool gel-like substance glides over the top of my flesh, the cooling sensation causing me to flinch. His fingers massage and knead, their pressure firm.
“Aloe vera works well as a lubricant. Count back from ten.” He instructs, rising tall behind me. “You’ve only given me slices of you and I want the whole fucking pie. Every single part of you ismine.”
The mounting awareness of his desire seeps into my bones with a perversion so dark it's wickedly dangerous.
“Ten… nine…” My scalp tingles when something slippery, like an aloe lubricated thumb, pushes past the tight ring of muscles at my back entrance. And then he hisses, “Keep counting.”
“Eight… seven…” The odd pressure in my back passage deepens and then he adds his other thumb and gently widens me. “Six… five… four…” My pulse skips.
On the number three, he wallops my scorched flesh with his solid dick. When the number two bursts into the air, he removes his thumbs and aligns the tip of his dick to the same hole.
My pulse jumps, adrenaline flowing through me like an electrical current. When I whisper the final number, I hear him spit before he nudges the tight entrance.
“Breathe…” he hisses, ever so slowly inching his slippery dick in until the satiny crown is inside me.
The second he points out my breathing, I exhale in a gust, not realizing I’d been holding it in for so long.
Fingertips skim over the curve of my spine. I pant wildly, barely able to relax, the alien intrusion filling me unlike anything I’ve known before.
“More?” he asks, his question a gravelly hiss. I nod and hum, my heart racing. “Words, Sin… give me fucking words.”
“Yes… more.”
“Yeah… good… fucking wife.” He groans, taking his time to slide in that bit further, his hand separating my buttocks to allow him deeper penetration. “My dick loves all of your tight little holes.”
I’m stretched wide and maddeningly turned on by the thick grunts escaping him.
“You feel so good.” He slaps my ass again, sending volts of electricity over my scalp.
There will never be any doubt that this man has claimed all of me. My quivering body and happy heart are riveted to him, now and forever. This extreme chemistry between us is too explosive to ever be wrong. Freeing my arms, he hauls my torso upward and snakes a strong arm around my middle, fixing me to his chest. From behind, he rests his chin on my shoulder and swathes his hand around my neck.
“Being inside of you is my favorite place to be.” The texture of his voice is hoarse from restraint, his threadbare patience for calmness slipping.
Here, under twinkling constellations, I surrender to the devil inside of him and welcome the darkness inside of me. He’s a sinner and a killer, and I’m the woman who’s found her place beside him. We’re not that different, him and I. While he did the necessary deed and slaughtered Frankie, I’d dreamed of the ways I could do it myself. In truth, I would have ripped his heart out and set it on fire upon an altar to appease the little bit of a devil inside of me.
I didn’t pick André’s hurricane, but I flirted with it until it had swallowed me whole. Now I long for the destruction he brings. It’s staggering to feel this way about the death-dealing man who trusts me to be this close to him. To know I’m the woman he chose.
He fucks my ass until his muscles tense and his savage growls ignite an unusually decadent climax of my own. His pelvis rocks, pushing his dick in that little bit more. Shooting tingles take over me. I’m awestruck by his potency, the energy crackling between us from the intensity of fucking this way. It initiates a climax, so intense I almost go blind.
A spellbinding, prolonged, pleasurable kind of vibration siphons through my core, compelling me to moan out his name on repeat.
I convulse and pant, my knees weakening when he bites my shoulder, his heaving chest plastered to my spine. Once he’s emptied himself inside of me, he carefully removes his semi-solid dick and manhandles me around to face him. A sheen of sweat kisses his glorious torso.
He stuffs a hand into my hair and drops his forehead to mine as our breathing regulates. I reach for him, sliding my hands around his torso, and shuffling closer, seeking comfort in the aftermath of a next level connection under a new moon.
I breathe him in, the rich scent of his cologne still haunting his smoky aura. Firm fingers snag the tangles of messy hair at my nape to direct my gaze to fuse with his.
“I love you, André,” I whisper, my emotions heightened by the sincerity in his eyes. “And if something happens to you in New York…I’ll burn the whole world to ashes, so I can earn my place beside you in Hell.”
“Baby, you don’t need to earn a fucking thing.” He runs his hands down my biceps.
“I mean it, Dré.”
“Your fighting talk is getting me hard again,” he chuckles, energetically scooping me into his arms like a rescued damsel. “How about we take a bath and then I’ll give you the gift I had delivered?”
