Page 25 of Last Destination

I’d compartmentalized my panic to get through the rest of the day, but here, in the inky gloom, it stole my breath and shot through my veins like I’d injected myself with uncut terror.

Madman shifted and rolled away from me. I fell flat onto the earth with a soft “oof”, landing on his hand as he caught my body. I couldn’t see much of him, but I immediately felt a wave of warmth hovering over me before his lips covered mine in a hard kiss.

The shock of my surprise quickly evolved into sweet, distracting pleasure. The stubble along his jaw scraped my cheeks with every shift of his mouth on mine, escalating into a deep, soul-tingling claiming.

He licked my lips open with a gentle flick of his tongue, and with every savoring swipe, I melted for him a little more. Ignoring the tightness in my ribs, I ground up into him, releasing a sharp puff of air when my pelvis felt the ridge of his cock rub against me, causing dozens of white stars behind my eyes.

“You are okay, ángel,” he repeated, drawing away his lips and whispering the words against my cheek. “You are safe.”

I fumbled to find his hips and gripped the scratchy fabric of his jeans, pulling his cock against my clit. The zing of need took the edge off my panic, replacing it with unadulterated lust.

“Do you still want me to be your first?”

The question came out of nowhere, but I was suddenly desperate for the answer. We were fully jumping off the cliff into the unknown tomorrow, and this man — this sexy, stoic, mystery of a man — was on top of me, his body as eager for me as I was for him. What did we have to lose? The resounding growl in my ear was his only response before he pushed upward off the ground. I mourned his warmth, barely able to make out the outline of his body, but the unmistakable pull of a zipper confirmed his answer.

I licked my swollen lips, relishing the flavor of him on my tongue as I waited in anxious anticipation. With one action, he’d turned my sensory deprivation hysteria into a tangible lifeline, my other senses taking over where I couldn’t see.

The puff of his breath above my head as he shifted his weight. The scent of earth and moss and man sweat — familiar, and not unpleasant. The soft rustle that accompanied the removal of his jeans.

Meaty hands gripped my hips and lifted my ass, carefully placing the pants beneath me as a makeshift mattress before pulling my shorts and panties down to my ankles, leaving them on one leg to still find them later in the dark. A shiver ran through me from being completely exposed, even if there was no way anyone could see us in this position.

I held my breath and scanned for any other sounds or movement in the dark. Was anyone awake right now, lying within feet away, listening to us with a front-row seat? Other than the usual symphony of muffled chirps and titters, I heard nothing. Who was on watch?

A thick finger stroked along my seam and returned my attention to this man capturing the collection of wetness between my thighs with every motion, and moving it up to rub my clit in slow, soft circles. Each swirl pulled an agonizing ache from my lower belly, all of my actual pain forgotten.

Madman’s lips found mine again, devouring me with a hunger I could feel with every movement. The smooth, hard steel of his shaft moved between us, coating him in my wetness while the thick head bumped my clit. Surrounded by sensation, I groped until I felt his round shoulders, his muscles flexed into hard, round handles as he held himself on top of me.

“You will be my first and only woman,” he declared before his tip slid inside. His thickness stretched me, tearing a gasp from my lips that melded with his sharp intake of breath. He held himself still, suspending us in time before he slowly eased in, each inch filling me to the indescribable edge where pain met pleasure.

“Mierda.” His voice resonated with wonder once he bottomed out inside me. “You are strangling my cock, ángel. I will not last long.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper still. I shivered when his pelvis ground against my clit and the warm pleasure spread from my abdomen into every limb. “I don’t need you to last, Madman. I just need to feel you.”

In this moment, in the dark, in the unknown, it was all I needed. Every cell in my body was completely on fire with desire, and Madman could only stoke the flames until the inevitable explosion came.

“My Ana Patricia,” he growled into my ear, pulling out of me only to thrust back in and stealing the breath from my lungs with the force of it. He withdrew and plunged into me again, the black canvas above our heads now littered with bright, brilliant stars. My eyes rolled into the back of my head with each thrust perfectly landing against my G-spot. I bucked, meeting him stroke for stroke until hot, tingling sparks formed at the base of my spine. I only needed one last flick of the ignition to release.

“Twenty years I took men because I couldn’t have a woman. You are my first and only, ángel. You are all I want to feel.”

The lips of a killer were so sweet in the dark. Was I a fool for believing them?

I clamped my lips shut to stifle my scream when his final thrust set off the chain reaction I’d begged for. My muscles seized with the force of it, every joint snapping with ecstasy before melting like liquid wax in his hold.

“Mierda, mierda, mierda.” Madman gritted a chant of curses through his teeth as hot cum closed the remaining space between us, filling me. His hand came up to cradle my face, his kisses so tender they bordered on reverence.

Time passed, but we didn’t move, caught up in our comedown of stolen kisses beneath a midnight sky. His girth remained a presence even as he softened inside me. Soon enough, the heaviness of sleep hung over my eyelids like dead weight.

Madman pulled out of me and pulled my shorts and panties up my legs, saving me from reaching down with bruised ribs. He kissed each hipbone before securing the shorts in place. I rolled sideways to give him back his jeans. Within a few tussles of fabric and the sharp pull of a zipper, he lay back at my side, spooning me as tightly as our bodies could fit. His arm wrapped around me in a protective hold of ownership.

“You are not just some hole I want to fuck, my captain. You are mine, just as you are theirs. Now go to sleep.”

I’d told him our previous encounter meant nothing, knowing it was a lie. I couldn’t lie now, not knowing what was at stake. But the words didn’t roll off my tongue in the way I wished they would.

What hope of a future did a disgraced pilot and a criminal on the run have? How did my flight attendant fit into the picture, or the grumpy tech guy who’d somehow also captured a piece of me?

Madman seemed unnaturally okay with the arrangement, but nothing about it made sense.

I had to acknowledge the simple truth. This was all just a fantasy, no more real than Charlie. The sadness of that reality was an arrow to my chest, but I wouldn’t ruin our last peaceful moment with the truth in my heart.