He covered my mouth with his, suffocating me in another steamy kiss as his cock plunged into me.
We fucked long and hard. I lost track of how many times I came while he moved like a piston, growling into my mouth, thrashing his tongue against mine to match the energy in his hips.
“Wrap your legs tight, woman. I'm gonna flood you again, and I don't want you to lose a damned drop.”
Yes, sir. I did exactly what he asked. He fucked me so hard the wooden porch creaked underneath us. He fucked me like the animal he was, the beast I'd fallen in love with.
I'd fallen so hard, too.
So hard it hurt. So hard it pleased. So hard it let me know that he meant every single word he'd said today, everything he'd had stamped on my skin, everything about being his forever.
I came like a madwoman. His hands clasped my ass with a snarl, pulling me deeper onto his cock, roaring as he came inside me.
I'd say it was too much, but then, it always was.
This outlaw's pleasure was a crime itself, so forbidden it only made me come harder on his length while he pumped his seed inside me. I cried out again and again as he fucked me straight through it, the fire in my belly becoming lava again.
When he finally pulled out, the sweet relief lasted all of about five minutes before he started stroking my * again, holding his come inside me.
I shifted, climbed over him, drew him into my mouth. His taste, his scent, his strength enveloped me on the longest night of my life, but also the best.
We kissed, sucked, and fucked ourselves hoarse for what seemed like hours. I wasn't sure when my body finally collapsed into sleep. But when I woke up the next morning tangled with him, eyeing the fog drifting over the lake and blanketing the colorful mountains, I knew I'd found paradise.
There wasn't any question. If I'd been crazy to do this old lady thing without really knowing what I was getting myself into, then it was the very best way a woman could lose her mind.
I started coffee back inside the cabin. Skin lingered for a little while, cleaning up, told me he'd be inside in a little bit to help with the food.
Humming to myself, I watched the sweet black stuff brew in the pot. I hurt like hell, and I smiled, knowing I'd be feeling last night all day. The bathroom mirror showed several new deep purple marks around my throat.
I'd thought the branding ended back at the clubhouse, and of course, I was wrong. Part of me wanted to punch him. The rest of me adored it, secretly loved having a man who wanted to mark me up.
Thank God for winter, right around the bend. I'd be stocking up on turtlenecks for all the long, cold nights we'd undoubtedly have together.
I was fishing eggs and bacon out of the fridge when the screen door slammed open. Skin stepped into the kitchen with his eyes dark and serious.
“Get your shit together and throw the food back, babe. We have to go. Now.”
Fear shot through my heart. “What's wrong? What happened?”
“Club's in trouble. Firefly took a bullet in the shoulder less than a block away from the clubhouse. The guys have been patrolling all morning and it looks like the area's secure. This shit's a message from the Deads. I've got to get you the fuck outta here.”
For a second, I froze, cold blood running through me. “What do they want? Are they finally back to fight over the dead men?”
“Don't know, that's for us to figure out. My only worry's keeping you safe 'til I get you somewhere secure. I'd prefer that be the clubhouse, but if you wanna swallow the poison yesterday and go back to your family for this, I'll understand.”
“No way.” I shook my head. “There's nowhere I'd rather be than with you. I know you'll keep me safe, Skin. You always have.”
“Good.” He looked at the stuff behind me on the counter. “Let's hurry the hell up. We've got a long run back, and then you're going in the vault. Safest room in the clubhouse. Nobody breaches that shit without a nuclear warhead.”
“Whatever it takes, Skin. I'm yours.” I said the last word in a hurry, right before I desperately began throwing food into the refrigerator and dumping the coffee.
A spatter caught my skin as I watched the hot, black liquid hiss down the sink. It should've burned, but it was the only thing keeping me from turning into solid ice.
X: All Hell (Skin)
She clung tighter to me than usual on my bike. I wished like hell I could grab her little arms and hold 'em even closer, whatever it took to wipe away the fear and remind her that I'd never let her hurt again.
Easier said than done now that we had a dragon breathing down our necks, but damn if I wasn't gonna try. We'd just gotten outside Knoxville on the isolated highway, about ten minutes from the clubhouse, when I heard the convoy.
They came up fast, taking the mountain curves like raging chariots.
“Skin!” Meg screamed my name as they surrounded us.