Page 34 of Falling for the Recluse

“Yours,” I gasp.

He mutters his satisfaction and flicks open the button of my jeans. I arch my hips against the hard ridge of his erection, desperate for him to ease the sharp, violent ache. He shoves my jeans over my hips and flattens his hand on my pussy, digging his fingers into my panties.

“So wet already.” He drags his lips over my cheek to my neck. “So perfect. Too perfect for a bastard like me. I willruinyou.”

“I want you to.” I press my head back against the wall, my heart pounding, my chest aching. “You can do whatever you want with me. Ruin me. Fuck me. Own me. Anything. I’m yours.”

A harsh groan vibrates through him. He brings his mouth down on mine again, hot and possessive. He rips my underwear off and throws it to the floor before thrusting his arm under my thigh and opening me up.

I grip his shirt, panting. “Gavin, please.”

With his other hand, he unfastens his jeans and pulls out his stiff cock. The sight of it—long and thick, the crown shiny with fluid—floods me with longing. My core clenches.

He shoves his cock into me without preliminaries, driven by desperation. I cry out at the shock of it, the sudden length filling me all the way up to my belly.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers against my hair, a shudder coursing through him. “You destroy any control I have left. I won’t be gentle.”

“I know.” I’m shaking all over, needing him more than I’ve ever needed anything. “I don’t want you to be.”

He clenches his teeth, pulls back, and thrusts into me again. My body jars against the wooden wall. I groan and cling to him, unable to do anything but take whatever he gives me.

This wild, desperate joining is almost more than I can bear, yet I never want it to end. He fucks his cock in and out of me with increasing speed, driven by the same demons tearing us apart. He shoves his arm under my other thigh, lifting me off the ground. I’m spread wide, every part of me—my mouth, my cunt, my heart—open for his violent plundering.

All thought shatters into oblivion. There’s only the thrust of his cock, the slap of our bodies, his grip digging into my thighs, his breath hot on my lips. His shaft abrades my clit, tightening the urgency winding through every nerve.

“Come on, baby,” he growls against my mouth. “Give it to me. Clench that sweet pussy around my dick tight enough to lock me inside you. I want to feel you explode before I shoot so deep you’ll taste me…ah, fuck, yeah.”

I grip his shoulders. My eyes sting. My whole body aches. With one more deep thrust, the painful tension shatters.

“Gavin.”His name is a choked scream as I convulse and shudder around his cock.

“Josie.” He buries his face in my neck, his voice a harsh rumble vibrating to my bones. He tightens his hold on me and surges deep, a groan ripping from him the instant before he comes. Pulses of hot seed flood me, mark me, claim me all over again.

Gasping, I curve my arms around him and press my face to his shoulder. Sobs push up into my throat. I battle them back, struggling to breathe.

He lowers me slowly to my feet, pressing one hand against the wall behind me. His breath saws through the lust-drenched air.

I can’t look at him. I’m still hot, my blood boiling, my heart as tight as a fist.

I sense him watching me, dark and penetrating. I lift my head, and our gazes crash with a force that feels like the universe breaking apart.

Not looking away from me, he edges his hand between my thighs again and rubs my painfully sensitive clit. I moan, curling my hand around his arm.

But he knows I need more, and he strokes me to another orgasm that burns through me like a shooting star. As I shatter again, he wraps his other arm around me and pulls me close.

“Christ in heaven,” he whispers into my hair. “How do you fucking crush my soul every time you look at me?”

“I don’t want to crush anything about you.” I press my wet face to his chest, clutching his shirt so tightly my fingers hurt. “I want to fill you to overflowing.”

Tension ripples through him. He tugs my pants up and steps away from me, turning to adjust his clothes. Cool air washes into the space between us.

My heart cracks. I scrub my wet cheeks and try to swallow the resurgence of pain.

“I’ll go,” I finally manage to say because we both know our fuck, no matter how desperate and intense, was a goodbye. “And you can say you don’t love me, but don’t you dare think I can’t see reality. I never thought we would live happily ever after.”

My breath hitches as I pull on my parka and boots.

“Well, okay, maybe I might have dreamed about it a little,” I admit, “but I didn’t seriously think you and I could live on Needle Island for the rest of our lives. Maybe you can, but I happen to exist in the real world where people deal with their shit head-on instead of locking themselves away from it all. I live in a world where seasons change, flowers grow, and you can walk in a spring rain shower. A world where people understand how wondrous and amazing love is. A world where they fight relentlessly for each other no matter how difficult things get because they know their love is worth it. So obviously, you and I don’t live in the same world at all.”

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