I spun her around, pushing her face first against the wall and crushing her there with my body, the solid ridge of my cock slipping between her ass cheeks and making me groan as I started unbuckling the thing she was wearing.
Brooklyn pushed her ass back against me and I rocked my hips, unable to resist the urge to feel my cock sliding between her full cheeks and teasing her opening just a little. I wanted to claim her there, wanted to fill her in every way she could be filled and make sure she knew the fit of my body within hers in every way. But right now, I wanted her eyes on me more.
I finished unbuckling the dress, shoving it down and leaving her bare before me, forcing myself to step back as she remained panting against the wall.
“How do you want me, Dead Man?” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of rushing water, but her desire clear.
“I want…” I trailed off as I reached for her shoulder, my fingers skimming along it and working my way towards her neck in a slow and gentle touch.
Brooklyn moaned softly, goosebumps erupting over her skin despite the hot water and as I ran my fingers down her spine, she shivered for me.
I stilled as I brushed my fingers over the curve of her full ass, taking in a shuddering breath and stepping forward slowly.
I dropped my mouth to her neck, not biting or scraping my jaw across her flesh, simply kissing her softly and looking down to see the rock-hard point of her nipple as it dragged across the tiles with the deep inhale my touch elicited.
“I want to love you, mi sol,” I murmured against her jaw, taking hold of her chin in gentle fingers and turning her mouth to meet mine, consuming the whimper which escaped her and allowing my lips to move to a slow and heady pace.
“I love you, Mateo,” she murmured as I withdrew and the weight of those words pressed into me in a way I’d never known before.
She pushed back against me and I let her turn, watching as the water spilled over her face, catching in her long eyelashes and washing her clean before me.
I traced my fingers along the side of her face, breathing in her air and losing myself in her steady, bright gaze.
I knew we didn’t have time for this. We needed to be washing ourselves clean and running for our lives, but in that moment, there was nothing more important to me than her. I needed her. And not in any way I’d ever needed a woman before now. I just needed to be hers.
I leaned down to kiss her, groaning softly at the exquisite feeling of her mouth moving with mine as I dropped my hand to her core and slipped it between her thighs.
Brooklyn moaned as she parted her legs for me, the wetness awaiting me there making my heart beat faster as I began to massage my fingers through it.
I kissed her deeper, my muscles tensing as I anticipated the rise of my demon, the desire to be rough and force more and more from her. Yet it didn’t come. I wanted her unlike I’d ever wanted anything in my life and as she moaned beneath the gentle pressure of my fingers, I didn’t feel the slightest need to be rougher.
I found her clit and began to massage it for her, loving how wet she felt for me and using the sounds she made to guide me on. I kept my pace slow, rubbing and teasing her until she was gripping my biceps and begging me to finish her, her hips rocking into the movements of my hand.
When she came for me, I groaned with pleasure, my cock pressing against her wet skin while I kissed her all the way through it and my need for her grew uncontrollable.
I moved my hand from her core, sliding it down her outer thigh and hooking my fingers under her knee.
I lifted that leg from the floor and pushed it wide, bearing her to me as I ducked down enough to make up for the difference in our heights, until I felt my cock pressing to the centre of her.
I hesitated there, right on the edge of oblivion, my fear of my own power and lack of control holding me back even as my desire built to an unbearable level.
“I need you, Mateo,” Brooklyn begged. “I need you.”
I could no sooner deny this goddess of mine than I could deny the rising of the sun and before I had the chance to question it any further, I was sinking deep inside her and making her moan for me, my cock driving in all the way to the base. The perfection of her pussy wrapping tight around my shaft had me panting, and I looked into her eyes as I rocked back, before slowly sinking in again, every second of this luxurious torment begging me for more.
Brooklyn wound her arms around my neck and I took hold of her other knee, hoisting her all the way into my arms and pressing her back to the wall as I sank into her again, the water crashing down on us and making it feel as if we were lost within our own private storm.
I groaned her name as I drew out even slower than before than sank back in again, loving the way her muscles tensed and relaxed around me in time with my movements.
I’d never felt anything like it, this slow and torturous pleasure which made my limbs tremble and my entire body shake with need.
“Fuck,” I gasped as I drove myself into her again, her pussy gripping me tightly while she whimpered with pleasure. “Te amo más que a cualquier otra cosa en este mundo.”
“I could eat a pineapple too,” Brooklyn gasped and I couldn’t help but laugh, an honest to shit smile on my face as I held her in my arms and fucked her sweetly and slowly, relishing the feeling of us joining together and building to a high unlike anything I had ever even thought to claim before.
My muscles tensed as my climax built within me and I swallowed thickly as I realised that I had managed to seize this piece of solace without even a hint of violence linked to it.
Brooklyn’s grip on me tightened as she began to come for me and she reared up to capture my lips once more. I fell into the feeling of her body owning mine and came too, a low groan passing between my mouth and hers as I thrust in deep and filled her with my seed.
Our kiss grew slower, headier and more blissful as I held her in my arms like that, my heart thrashing to a pace that was entirely set by her, my lips murmuring words of adoration and devotion in my native language between strokes of our tongues against one another.
“See, Dead Man?” Brooklyn breathed. “You’re all kinds of free now, demon and all. You don’t ever need to be caged again.”
I smiled at her, unable to help myself and getting lost in the depths of her eyes once more.
“You saved me, chica loca,” I said. “Only you could calm that darkness in me and make it anew the way you have.”
“We saved each other,” she countered. “And now you’re all mine.”
I nodded my agreement as I set her on her feet, forcing myself to release her and remembering what we had to focus on. I needed to get her away from here before the past caught up to me and I was forced to face the reality of the man I’d once been.
We dried quickly and I dressed in a pair of black sweats and a hoody, encouraging Brooklyn to do the same, though she scuttled away and returned wearing a neon pink swimsuit and a pair of lime green leggings, arguing with me over her desire to wear platform heels before finally agreeing to wear sneakers under the promise that I would try some of the things she’d witnessed in the sex club with her once we were safe again.
“We have company!” Niall bellowed from somewhere deeper in the house and I froze, my heart racing as my mind darted over all the possibilities that included. The most likely of which being that we’d already lingered here too long and the cartel had come to finish us off.
I took hold of Brooklyn’s wrist again and tugged her back out of my room, grabbing the bag and bringing it with us while I hurried down the corridor towards Niall who was standing by the front door, surveying the CCTV footage which showed a clear view down the drive.
A lone black Sedan was making its way towards us, a little white flag waving from the driver’s window which had been lowered to allow it.