Page 10 of Fury

“Yes,” came the raw whisper.

“Me too.”

She snatched her hands out of my grip.

I braced. Was she going to stab me with a hidden knife? Scream for help? Shit, I was the real prisoner here. I’d crossed the line, gone too far. I needed to wake the fuck up. I needed to—

She rose from my chest. Movement. Material shuffled in the dark.

“Here I am,” she rasped.

Her musk filled my nostrils. Her thighs, damp with sweat and her arousal, were on either side of my face. My pulse screamed and pounded. My pelvis flexed on instinct, hoping for friction, hoping for her.

She was grabbing at the light when she could. Just like me. Light was rare.

I raised my chin and my tongue reached out and found glorious wet heat. I swiped and licked and swirled. A choked moan sounded from somewhere above me as she rocked over my eager mouth, and I dragged my tongue over her, sucking hard, giving her a rhythm. She moved faster. She wanted to come bad, and I gave her all the intensity I could offer.

Fuck the char-grilled rib eye I’d been daydreaming about, the soft mattress and clean sheets, icy bottles of pop. Fuck all that. This was…all I wanted was this.

My cock was harder than hard. I grunted, every cell of my being concentrating on making her come, lapping at her, consuming her, pulsating with her body. Not one cry escaped her mouth, and I was positive it was so they wouldn’t hear us. Only her hips moved over my face, her silkiness throbbing against my lips, her thighs tensing around me. I suckled her clit and focused everything I had on it.

Come, come, come, come.

A tiny, high-pitched gasp was quickly swallowed, and her body seized over me. Her wet cunt throbbed as I applied broader, tense strokes. She ground over me slowly and melted at my side, her hair touching my arms, the sensation taking me by surprise like the edges of a bird’s wing that flits by too close.

I was so fucking high.

She moved her legs, detaching herself from me. Her body bunched up in a ball at my side, her breaths uneven and short.

I needed something more right now in the dark. “Touch me. I need you to—”

Her hand slid around my bicep. “Here. I’m right here.” Her voice was so small.

“Closer.”

Her damp curves melded to my body, and I closed my eyes. We stayed still and silent. Water dripped at the other end of the cell.

“What is it, Sunshine?” I whispered against her forehead. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

She let out that light laugh again. “Yeah, you better not.”

“I won’t.”

She only let out a jagged sigh. No words.

“Okay, let’s forget the chit chat. How about instead, you get back on and fuck me?” I said into her hair, my leg rubbing up against hers.

My mind and body raced, imagining how thrusting inside her would feel. My blood simmered at the idea, my skin flaring with heat. I was an animal. That’s all that was left of me. We could just fuck each other for hours and they’d find us wrapped around each other days later. That’d be good.

“Oh, I can’t do that.” She almost sounded amused.

My heart shrank along with my cock. “Why the hell not?” My wrists strained against the thick metal cuffs, my weak muscles shuddering, the fucking chains scraping along the cement, and my aching body reminding me of reality.

Her legs straightened and pressed together. “I can’t.”

“That’d be cheating, huh? Fucking the enemy prisoner.” A chuckle rolled out of me.

“Stop.”

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