Page 82 of Lethal Torture
“Oh,” she gasps.
Sweet mother of God.
She’s hot, ribbed, and so tight I wonder if I’ll even be able to get inside her. She reaches for me, and I stifle my groan in her mouth as her hand wraps around my shaft.
This isn’t how it should happen between us, some distant voice of sanity tries to whisper in my ear.
This should be slow.
Savored.
Gentle.
In a bed.
But even as I wrestle with the lingering shreds of my conscience, her slick heat is dripping on my hand, her soft moans becoming a plea I can’t ignore.
“Luke.” The way she sighs my name hits me somewhere inside, her hot mouth against my ear replacing my own internal voice. “Oh...”
I put my mouth close to her ear. “I should make you fucking wait.”
She gasps, the breath hitching in her throat, her tiny form tensing around me like a limpet.
I balance her on one hand and tangle the other in her hair, my fingers slipping through the tight coils as I kiss her achingly slowly, until she’s squirming hard on my hand and making soft noises in the back of her throat that drive me insane. I take my mouth from hers and cradle her head as it drops back against the steel wall. “Look at me.”
I barely mouth the words, but her eyes open fractionally. Even in the darkness I can see the glazed need in their depths, the storm we’ve both been avoiding for weeks now.
“There are men out there who want us both dead.” My thumb traces her swollen mouth, and she opens her lips around it in a way that makes me want to punch the wall.
“Let them try,” she breathes.
For a moment we stare at each other in the darkness, my cock so close to her I can already feel her heat all over me, every cell in my body aching to join with hers.
I put my mouth close to her ear. “Don’t scream, or I’ll kill you myself.”
Then I surge upward.
Fuuuuck!
I cover her mouth with my own to stifle my fucking roar, only to find myself swallowing her scream.
I fill her savagely to the hilt, the fierce adrenaline of war coursing through me in a primal rush I can neither contain nor want to control. She rides me with the same ferocity, legs lockedaround my hips, mouth devouring mine as she ripples with every stroke, urging me deeper, harder.
There’s no game in this. No subtlety. Just raw fucking need that I’m way past wanting to control, and an answering hunger I can feel in her every feverish touch.
I lift her body slightly to adjust the angle, and her head goes back against the wall, her fingers clutching my hair. I find the place that makes her entire body arch desperately, and my legs almost buckle as her tight heat clasps my cock like it was built for it.
“Oh,” she gasps into my mouth. “Oh, God, Luke...”
“Don’t speak.” I surge hard into her, swallowing her sighs, losing myself in her exquisite depths, in the insanity of her body twined with my own. Ten men could burst through the door, and still I don’t know that I could stop. The edge is too close, the momentum of this too long coming, and I can feel the desperation of her own need matching my own in her every hitched breath and taut movement.
In the vague distance, I hear dogs barking.
I put my mouth to her ear again. “They’re coming for us.”
She makes a small, savage noise. “You’d kill them first.”
I take her mouth, thrusting all the way home, and she stiffens, rising against me. I hold her in place as she rides the head of my cock in a series of panting, bucking gasps until I feel the insane grip of her first spasms. I fill her to the hilt as she seizes around me, heading toward my own climax in a mind-bending rush.
