Page 172 of Things We Hide from the Light
“Am I hurting you?” I asked again.
“More like scaring the hell out of me,” she admitted, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “This doesn’t—I’ve never felt this.”
“Baby, if it makes you feel better, I’m scared to death right now that I won’t be able to take a breath without you wrapped around me.”
I needed someone who didn’t need me. Someone who had no intention of sticking. Someone I was guaranteed to lose. And I still couldn’t stop myself.
She hitched her knees higher on my hips and I growled.
“Keep scaring me, Nash,” she whispered. Her body trembled against mine and then I was moving.
I wanted slow. I wanted control. But neither of those were an option with my cock buried in Lina Solavita for the first time. I imagined it would take fifty or sixty tries before I could manage to take it slow.
Her eyes were locked on mine, those long damn legs wrapped tight. Her fingers dug into my flesh. And I rode. Hard and fast. Out of my mind as I basked in the slick heat she offered me.
It was too much. My muscles screamed as my hips pumped mercilessly. Sweat dotted my skin.
I needed to shift her. I needed to get deeper. So I plucked her off the counter, and still buried inside her, I carried her to the table. I hinged over her, forcing her back just enough to change the angle.
I felt it then. The end of her. Pinning her to the table, I let go and thrusted like a wild animal. The table slammed into the wall.
But her gaze never wavered from mine.
A pleasure so intense I knew I wouldn’t survive it swept over me and I didn’t fucking care. The only thing that mattered was that Lina had let me in. She’d surrendered to me. Given herself over. She trusted me with her body.
The table banged into the drywall with every hard thrust I delivered.
Her walls quickened around me, those muscles dragging against me each time I pulled out and fighting me on every thrust. I feltpowerful.
“Angelina.” Her name was a snarl that abraded my throat.
“Now, Nash. Now!”
On instinct, I covered her mouth with my hand as I slammed home.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Angel!”
I couldn’t stop. The churning in my balls had won out. Heat streaked down my spine, then up my shaft and erupted.
Just as I ejaculated, she closed around me, vise tight. Our releases—thank fucking God—detonated together.
Her cry was muffled by my hand, but I felt it in the depths of my soul.
Lina didn’t come delicately. Her entire body locked down, wrenching more semen from me. Over and over again. She demanded it all, even as her arms and legs went slack.
I kept coming, kept pumping into her as she closed around me, holding me to her, in her. Endless. Warm. Glorious. Fucking beautiful.
I’d never felt this. Never lost myself inside a woman like this.
Angelina was my goddamn miracle. And I would absolutely step across the line of black and white into the gray to protect her.
THIRTY-SIX
HIGH FIVES AND ORGASMS
Lina
“Mornin’.” Nash’s voice was a rasp from behind me.
