“You’re fucking amazing. So goddamn good. Tight and hot and perfect. Like I knew you would be.”
She moans at that, and I can feel her pussy throbbing, clenching around me like a vise.
I barely even know what I’m saying at this point. The words just keep spilling out of my mouth, and I feel like a beast has come out of me that only wants one thing—to devour her. To consume her and keep her close forever.
Nothing can take her from me.
Nothing and no one.
I’m never letting her go.
“Never,” I tell her roughly, panting against her ear. “Never. You’re never going anywhere.”
She shakes her head, going tight around me again.
“I don’t want to,” she manages, her voice a harsh whimper. “Want to stay with you. Fuck. Priest, please. I’m so—fuck, I’m so close.”
Hearing her say that makes my blood beat faster in my body. Suddenly, I’m consumed with the need to have her come for me. To watch her fall apart and know that I did that to her. To feel her convulse around my cock.
My hips move faster, fucking her harder, pounding into her body with everything I have.
Her voice gets higher pitched when she moans my name, and it only takes a little bit of that before she’s coming undone, coming with a soft scream on my cock.
I can feel the way she tightens around me. The way the shivers of pleasure work through her body, making her tremble against me. She pants for breath, mouth open and eyes unfocused, and she’s never been more beautiful than she is in this moment.
It just spurs my desire even higher, and I press my forehead against hers, slamming into her, both of us sweaty and covered in blood.
“Oh god,” she moans, and her body doesn’t stop shaking. Her eyes fall closed, and it looks like if I wasn’t holding her up, she might have already crumpled to the floor.
I feel her body spasming hard again, and she’s either coming for a second time or it’s the same orgasm rolling on, the aftershocks turning into a second wave that makes her cry out, tears spilling down her cheeks.
I’m swept up in it. In her pleasure and mine. In the way she looks, wrecked and turned on, and the way it all makes me feel. I’ve never felt more connected to her than I do right now, and after everything that happened, that makes sense.
It’s all so much, and I can’t hold back any longer. The pleasure builds and builds, then overflows, and I come inside her with a groan.
That seems to go on forever too. In the moment of release, time seems to slow down for a heartbeat and my breath mingles with hers. We gaze into each other’s faces from less than an inch away, lips brushing. It’s a perfect, crystalized moment, heat driving all of it, bringing us impossibly closer together.
I shudder, my cock jerking as I unload inside her, giving her everything. Everything I’ve been keeping inside all this time. It feels like a release on so many levels, and even though this isn’t the first time I’ve come with her, it almost may as well be. It feels new and different, like something inside me has been washed clean and remade.
I thrust up into her a few more times, feeling my cum spilling out a little with each jerky thrust.
My heart is thundering, and for the moment, I don’t feel the pain of my injuries at all. Just the way River shivers against me, and the ragged breaths she takes as she comes down.
All I can feel is her.
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River
My body hums with pleasure, and I fight for breath as my lungs struggle to get enough oxygen. It’s such an intense feeling, having Priest inside me, his cock still semi-hard and buried to the hilt.
Even though I’ve had sex more recently than Priest has, I’ve never done it with him, and the hugeness of this moment mixed with the height of my feelings when I thought I might lose him makes the whole thing really fucking intense.
But good.
So goddamn good.
I stare into Priest’s eyes as he slowly pulls back. They’re such a pale blue, icy even as they burn with pleasure and heat. His cock still pulses gently inside me, his body pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall.
There are smears of blood on his face, trailing from his lip, and there are bruises and cuts on him, showing through the places where his clothes are torn and dirty.
It’s clear he’s been through hell, but he looks fucking beautiful to me.
I reach up and trail my fingers over his cheek, and he holds my gaze as something wordless passes between us. Something neither of us has a name for, but we both clearly need.
Slowly, my head clears of that all-encompassing pleasure and relief, and I become aware of where we are again. The fact that we’re in a warehouse in the middle of the night, surrounded by a bunch of dead bodies, hits me like a freight train. The other King of Chaos are all here too, and I blink and then look over Priest’s shoulder.
The three of them had started to clean up the mess of the fight while I freed Priest, but now they’ve stopped, and all eyes are on us. They’re clearly turned on by what they saw, differing degrees of lust and heat in their eyes.
“You know,” Ash murmurs, breaking the silence as he usually does. “I almost want to go find some other dangerous drug lord to take on, just so I can see that happen again.”
He grins brightly, and it’s a relief to see him smiling, after how tense and worried we all were before we got here to save Priest.
Gage rolls his eyes, but even he can’t hide the heat in his gaze as they all stare at us.
I focus back on Priest for a second, cupping his cheek.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
All of the men know about Priest’s hang-ups with sex, hence his nickname, but this feels like something between us. What we just did was crazy intense, and we’re both still shuddering from it. I almost can’t believe Priest is still standing after everything he’s been through tonight.
He leans in and rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes for a second. His shoulders rise and fall as he drags in a deep breath and then looks at me again.
“I am now,” he murmurs. “You’re alive.”
I smile softly and nod because he’s right. I am alive. And so is he.
“I promise I’ll try to stay that way,” I tell him. “You do the same. Please. I can’t lose you.”
Priest nods and presses closer against me, kissing me again. I can feel all the emotion in it, all the things he either doesn’t know how to say or doesn’t have the words for. I wrap myself up in it and kiss him back, trying to give him back all of that and make sure he knows I feel the same.
Finally, we separate.
I don’t even bother cleaning up his cum, just letting it trail down my thigh as I fix my clothes. My dress ripped in some places, and my panties are somewhere on the floor of the warehouse, but I don’t give a fuck.
Priest tucks his cock away, leaning on me a little as he zips up his pants. He’s clearly hurting and exhausted, and I wrap an arm around him as we rejoin the others, letting him put more of his weight on me.