Page 138 of From Here to Eternity


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He reached out and lifted my left arm, and he leaned in and brushed his lips over the words he’d marked on my skin.

In grief we must live.

Never had I felt the truth of it more than right then.

“You’re going to, baby. Live. I’m going to see to it.”

Then he dove in, a big hand coming to the back of my head as he kissed me hard, his tongue licking and lashing while he angled from side to side as if he couldn’t get deep enough. Like he wanted to sink all the way inside and invade.

But he was already there.

Filling up all the holes and cracks.

He reached around me and unclasped my bra, and he didn’t break the kiss as he pulled it free. He tossed it to the side and then both his massive hands were kneading my breasts.

I arched and whimpered as he ran the pads of his thumbs over both nipples, teasing and playing. It sent shocks of electricity sparking through my body.

Desire flooded, this need so intense, and I was rasping for air when he suddenly broke the kiss and stepped back so he could peel my underwear down my legs.

He splayed his hand out over my chest and guided me back until I was lying on my bed, bare and spread out.

The air grew thick, alive as it swirled and twisted, the energy bashing at the walls and colliding back into us. His expression turned feral, and I shivered as he stared down at me.

“How’s it I have you like this? Tempting little angel I’m going to wreck?”

We both knew that he would.

And I wanted it. I wanted him to mark me. Ruin me. Most of all, I wanted him to keep me.

“I’m yours to take,” I wheezed through the need that pounded through me. My heart rate was erratic, my blood so heavy I could feel it slugging through my veins.

“That’s right, Little Runner. You’re mine. This needy little cunt that’s dripping for me.”

He reached out and pushed two fingers deep inside me, stealing my breath, my sanity.

I arched as my walls clamped around him in a fit of pleasure.

“Fuck me. So ready. So eager,” he grunted.

I whimpered in desperation when he withdrew, and one of those rough, brutal chuckles rolled through the air. “Don’t fret. Just givin’ you a second to think about the way it’s going to feel when it’s my cock filling you full.”

He leaned down and undid his boots, those eyes on me the whole time, then he rose.

A fortress.

A mountain.

A hedge of both safety and desolation.

River ticked the button of his jeans, and the sound of him undoing his zipper echoed through the dense air.

He shoved down both his jeans and underwear, shucking them off, and he came to stand in front of me completely bare.

Every part of my being bowed in his direction, heart and spirit and body vying to meet with him.

A fire incinerated as I took him in.

His skin was a menacing canvas of ink, a vast expanse of death and depravity. Rippling, carved strength. Every muscle in his body was tight in anticipation.

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