Page 77 of Intrepid

“Some things I can’t tell you.” His jaw clenched with the flattening of his lips. “Things you’d hate me for. Things I hate myself for.”

Cradling his face, I looked into his eyes, soaking in the pain, wishing I could purge it from his body. “Whenever you’re ready. Doesn’t have to be tonight.” I slanted my lips over his, parting them with my tongue, and felt his hands slide up to my arms, to my neck, tangling in my hair.

He took control of the kiss in fervent, greedy lashes of his tongue. Angry and needy, but I didn’t care.

I let him kiss me that way.

A sting hit the back of my head, as he tipped my head back, exposing my throat to him. “You’re the knife in my skin tonight. The temporary pain that’ll make me forget everything else. I’m going to fuck you, Sera. I’m going to fuck you so hard that every time I think back to this night, I’ll feel the pain over and over like a scar across my memories. I’m going to have you in every way, against every wall, so that I can’t even breathe in this place without inhaling you. Until I’m suffocating in you. And that’s how I’m going to die. Because it’s all temporary. Like a fucking dream that never happened.”

“And I still won’t regret a moment of it.”

“You’ll hate me, though. I can promise you that.” Both hands smoothed up my shins, and I caught the tremble in them, as if it took everything inside of him to maintain his control. “Not even this can redeem me.” He urged me back onto the mattress. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths, and as he rubbed his hands across his skull, his expression told me he’d come unhinged. The vault had cracked open, the darkness that seeped out like a black cloud in my lungs.

Pushing against my shins forced my knees apart, and he spread my legs to him, putting me on display, the anticipation creating tight knots in my stomach. He dipped his head, and at the first brush of his tongue across my clit, I arched upward, fisting the sheets at either side of me.

He gathered me beneath him, pinning my thighs with his arms, and another long and lazy lick curled my toes, the urge to slam my knees together had me squirming, grinding my ass into the bed. I pushed the top of his head, as if to shove him away and stop the maddening little tickles of his tongue as they painted my folds, but stalled at his words.

“You taste exactly as I imagined … so sweet.” His gruff voice struck like bullets, stoking the flames he’d already set to my body.

“Please!” I didn’t even know what I begged for. Mercy? An end? Had I become so hungry for climax that I couldn’t bear the wait in between?

He groaned, and the vibration across my skin had me arching again, moaning in agony, as he sucked my flesh into his mouth. Pressure prodded my entrance, and his fingers speared the hole, curving upward in a delicious thrust, just like the night on his bike. In and out, he finger fucked me, while feasting on my clit.

My muscles tightened as my body fought to hold off the intense pressure—the inevitable climax building deep inside my belly.

He lifted his face from between my thighs, mouth glistening, and he stared as if transfixed by what had to be the wettest I’d ever been in my life. I could hear the sloppy gush every time his finger slammed inside of me, and the suction when he pulled out. “Christ, Sera. Do you hear how wet you are? For me?”

The unintelligible sound that flew from my mouth might’ve embarrassed me, if not for the first twinge of orgasm beating at my core.

The moment he removed his fingers, my body damn near bellowed with the missed climax. My hips flew up and swiveled as he flipped me onto my stomach, until my face burrowed into the cotton sheets that smelled like tobacco and spice. I opened my mouth to a scream that didn’t arrive, when he planted his face in my pussy, holding the back of my thighs as if I might try to wriggle away. I jerked forward, as he sucked and tongued, and literally ate me from behind.

Heat balled in my stomach like a meteor waiting to shoot through my body and explode.

It stopped before it could, and Ty held my ass cheeks apart, offering one more lick that extended up to the forbidden place where no man had ever touched me before. The sensation, alongside my humiliation, had me bucking away from him, but he dragged my body backward again.

“Tonight, I’m going to fill every hole with the regret you’ll feel tomorrow, for bringing me to this point.” The rattle of his belt had me craning my neck to see his pants pushed down, his cock sprung free. So perfect and thick, it stood at attention, while he smoothed a condom over it.

His tip prodded my entrance, and I clutched the sheets, waiting for him to slide inside. The pain came slow, delicious and powerful, as he pushed into me, my pussy stretching to accommodate his thickness.

Face planted in the sheets, I expelled a held breath that blasted across my cheeks, and rolled my head as he teased, in and out, in and out, never fully thrusting. I cried out with frustration, sheets crumpled in my fists, and writhed with his torment.

“You feel that? The urgency and excitement building inside of you? All that pressure in your muscles and the need to fucking rip something apart? That’s how I feel every time I’m around you. Can’t think straight.” He sank into me again with a shuddered breath. “This was going to happen eventually, Sera.”

I clawed the bed, as each drive of his hips pushed deeper than the last. Stretching me, molding me into his sex-crazed little nymph, craving the moment he’d fill me completely, bringing tears to my eyes. The guttural sounds he made from behind only fueled my need, and my heart pounded as the chuffs and moans of a desperate man goaded my surrender. They entranced me, and all I could think about, all I wanted, was to be consumed by his raw, sexual power. Like a frail kitten lusting after a starving lion. Even as ridiculous as that’d make me, an average girl pining after someone as wild and crazy as Ty, as ruthless as the jungle’s apex predator, I didn’t care. I wanted to be ripped apart, and to feel the damage as deep as my bones.

“I can stop. You can go home right now, and you never have to feel me inside you again. You can fuck someone else. Someone who won’t ruin you like I will.” He was taunting me, maybe even hoping I’d say yes.

“No,” I gritted out. “I want you.”

His fingers curled into my flesh, digging into me, and he gave one hard thrust, the pain as wicked as if he’d torn me in half.

He upped the pace, beating into me with a punishing cadence. Until it no longer hurt, and every slide begged for more.

Harder. Faster.

“More,” I croaked.

His arm banded around my stomach, lifting me higher, his thrusts going deeper, so deep I swore he’d split me in half.