Page 43 of Haunted Nights & Savage Sins
“Brenna?” I don’t know what to say. I’ll never see myself other than a beast, but I can see that she sees something different. She sees a part of me that I thought was dead long ago.
There are no more words. Instead, she lifts her head from the ground and she presses her lips against mine.
Instantly, the rage I’d felt only seconds ago transforms into something else. Need.
I need her.
I told myself that I didn’t, told myself that what happened last night wouldn’t happen again, but it’s like trying to force myself to forget how to breathe.
Our lips slide and press against each other. The steady thumping and movement of the car vibrates through our bodies.
Before long we are ripping at each other’s clothes. I’m grateful she is partial to dresses. It makes this much easier.
I kiss down her neck, touching on every last part of her that I remember so well from last night, lingering on the places that I remember made her moan the loudest.
She moans against my shoulder, doing her best to stifle herself.
I slide her panties as far to the side as I can and run my fingers along her slit. It’s slick with arousal. If there was any doubt about her wanting me, the wetness on my fingers erased it. Slowly, I insert two fingers inside of her and she gasps loud. I find her eyes and hold her gaze.
“You said nothing of importance happened last night. Said you were too drunk.” I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her at a torturous pace.
“Cormac.” She whimpers. God, the way she says my name. It’s a drug all on its own.
“You made me think I’d made a mistake. Is that what this is? Another mistake? No… I don’t think so. How can something so fucking perfect for me be a mistake?” I whisper down at her.
She grinds down on my fingers, trying to get more of what I’m giving her, but for right now I’m the one in control.
I gather her up in my arms, turning as best I can, and slide up into the chair. I settle her on my lap, her panties still pushed to the side. Quickly, I unbuckle my pants and release my straining erection from my briefs. It’s not as comfortable as I want to be right now, but it’ll do.
I lift Brenna’s bottom and line myself up with her opening. In one swift moment I slam her down so I’m fully sheathed in her tightness. I growl and she lets out a scream I’m absolutely certain my driver and his partner can hear in the front of the car.
Thank God for the blackout partition that separates us, or they’d be in for one hell of a show.
“Cormac, fuck!” She grabs my arms hard and doesn’t move for a second.
“Now do you remember?” I question, my voice full of gravel and tension. “Even if you want to deny it, your body remembers. Remembers how fucking good we are together.”
She nods and presses a kiss to my mouth. “Yes, so good. Oh. Jesus.”
I grab hold of her hips just as she starts to move. I do my best to steady myself, but there is no slowing her. She grinds and bounces on me fast. The pace is brutal. She cries out her release, burying her face against my chest while I have to continue to move her body up and down on my lap.
Once again I don’t want this to end.
I wish I could do more to her. Wish I could take her in so many different positions, but right now isn’t about exploration, it’s about release. I lean her back a bit, wanting to hear more of her intoxicating noises. She shakes hard and her eyes widen at the new position. She scrambles for purchase, grabbing onto me, letting go again, trying to move away, but I don’t let go. I pump up into her while she’s leaning back until she gasps and her eyes roll back, her core squeezing so hard it feels like she’s trying to cut my dick off at the base.
“Fuck!” I roar, trying to push past what feels like her most intense orgasm yet.
Her body jerks and a deep, guttural sound explodes out of her as her body goes even more limp. She leans all the way back, her back arching, body contorting in a way that looks uncomfortable.
Before I can even think to stop, she pops back forward and begins moving so fast I can’t keep up. I let her ride me furiously. I let go of her completely, slamming my hands down on the plush leather of the car seats, banging my head back against the headrest.
I can barely breathe. I gasp, opening my mouth, trying to suck in air. Trying to suck in the very essence of her.
“Brenna!” I roar as she rides me to my very own version of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
I don’t know when it finished or when we stopped grinding on each other, but I can’t move. She’s lying on me, our heartbeats pounding furiously in sync.
The scenery continues to whiz by the window in a blur.
