Her head fell back on her shoulders as she gasped and whimpered. He worked over her body, striking without pause and watching for swelling and broken skin. But more than that, he studied her eyes, thrilling in the dilation of her pupils beneath her glazed expression of lust.
Good God, she had a high-tolerance for pain. As hard as he was hitting her, she didn’t scream or shift her feet. Not even when he reached his groove, his arm swinging with speed and agility, muscles loose, and attention focused.
He walked a circuit around her, slamming the leather against her legs and ass, listening to the tempo of her breaths, and devouring the red blooms across her skin. His heart pounded like it had the first time he’d kissed her fifteen years ago. It was finally alive and beating, no longer lost. It had come back, here, to her in their lemon grove.
Inflicting pain wasn’t what made him hard. It was one-hundred-percent about the power in trust. She was giving him this, letting him hurt her while trusting that he wouldn’t destroy her.
He returned to her front and struck her tits, alternating between them. She keened, her eyes wide and staring upward as tremors rippled up her legs. He knew she’d hit that altered state of consciousness, where time distorted and pain ebbed. She looked like she was floating, peaceful, high as a fucking kite.
Hands slick with sweat, he moved the strap lower, thwacking lightly over her stomach. When he reached her pussy, he landed a vicious blow against her clit.
“No!” She snapped to awareness, screaming and writhing, knees buckling. “I can’t…not there—”
He hit her again and again, pummeling the sensitive nerves, testing her.
“You…sona…fuck…ye…pleee…” Tears skated down her cheeks as she gulped for air, glaring at him and bellowing between sobs.
She’d reached her breaking point, and broken was a place he never wanted to take her.
He tossed the belt.
“Fuck you, Matias.” Her voice didn’t hold a trace of heat as she slumped. Then she gave him a shaky smile. “That wasn’t too bad.”
Goddamn, he loved this woman. He released the button and zipper on his jeans, shoving them down as he closed the distance.
With shaking hands, he gripped her hair and claimed her mouth, his tongue probing, caressing, and taking. She tasted like citrus and desire, her lips soft and yielding and his. She kissed him with the same urgency, her breaths warm and erratic as she hooked a leg around the back of his.
His balls tightened, and his cock throbbed to the point of pain. He gripped himself, aching to fuck her, brutally, possessively, and if he waited much longer, he was going to come before the first fucking thrust.
With his jeans hanging beneath his ass and a fist around his shaft, he lined himself up and rammed hard, missing completely in his pressing need to be inside her.
“Need help?” She laughed and bit his jaw. “I can—”
He smacked her hard on the ass, and she choked on another laugh. Christ, she made him crazy. He kissed her again, and this time, with a bruising grip on her hip, he slammed inside of her, buried to the hilt.
“Fuuck!” Pleasure shot through his cock, and his forehead dropped to her shoulder.
“Oh, God.” She groaned and wrapped her other leg around him, giving him all of her weight and the full use of her body.
Adjusting his stance, hands on her waist, he fucked her with every inch of his soul. She tightened her fingers around the branch and threw her head back, crying out with each unapologetic drive of his hips.
“Look at me.” He couldn’t get close enough, deep enough, couldn’t taste enough of her, or wrench enough cries from her seductive lips.
She gave him her eyes, and he held her there, sliding her up and down his length and jacking himself off in her tight sheath. She felt so fucking good he couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t catch his breath.
Without breaking eye contact, they moved together as one, the rock and kick of her hips matching the force of his. They were wild and electric, a violent landslide of grunts, slippery skin, and thundering hearts.
His lungs caught fire, and his pulse hammered as fast as his thrusts, everything inside him simmering, building, pressurizing. The whole damn world felt like it was going to explode, and he didn’t care. He couldn’t stop. He was so fucking lost in her he didn’t want to find his way back.
They were both panting so hard they couldn’t keep their mouths connected, but he tried, chasing her lips, licking and sucking and swallowing her breaths as he fucked her.
Her tits bounced with the slam of his hips. Her exhales came in short bursts. Then she was coming, screaming, her eyes wide and fixed on him as if blindsided by the sensations. She shuddered and twitched through it, and when she finally settled against him, he pulled back, slipping his cock free and teasing the tip around her opening. She groaned.
“Again?” He bit her nipple, her collarbone, her lips, then sank back inside her. “Yeah, you can do that again.”
“I think…maybe… Yes, please.” She smirked, eyes half-mast.
Reaching down to where his jeans had fallen around his knees, he removed the switchblade from the pocket and cut her hands free.
Her fingers flew to his hair, and her mouth attacked his, wet and hot, eating at his lips and licking his tongue.
He flung the blade near his boots, kicked off the jeans, and rolled her to the ground beneath him. With the solid support against her back, he let himself go, fucking her ruthlessly, powerfully.
Holding his gaze, she moved her body in a sensual dance with his. Her hands glided across his back, their chests heaving together, and legs entwined. Shock waves descended down his spine, gathering at the base of his cock. He tangled his fingers in her hair, his hips caught in a desperate tempo. He wanted to last longer, but knew he couldn’t.
There would always be later, and tomorrow, and forever.
“I’m going to come, baby.” Spasms gathered behind his balls. “You’re coming with me.”
Her eyes flared with concentration. “Kiss me.”
And he did, vigorously, passionately, while fighting the agonizing impulse to release. She flexed and strained beneath him and released a strangled shout against his lips. He stared into her eyes, captivated by her orgasmic bliss, and followed her over.
He came violently, pounding her into the ground, his body convulsing with a series of contractions that pumped deep inside him, ejaculating, filling her up, and the pleasure… Fuck, the pleasure was unimaginable as he groaned and thrust and stretched it out as long as he could.
As their breathing evened out and their bodies went limp, a fog of numbness tingled through him. But he kept his hips moving in slow, satisfied strokes, his gaze centered on his favorite brown eyes.
“That was pretty good.” She pursed her lips.
He continued to lazily thrust, didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to leave the drenched clasp of her pussy. “As sloppy as your cunt feels, I think it was better than pretty good.”
Her expression softened, and she ran her hands across his jaw and into his hair. “It was perfect, Matias.”
Rolling them to their sides, he kissed her tenderly, achingly, with every ounce of love he felt for her. Her arms twined around his neck, and his cock softened inside her, but she didn’t seem to want him to pull out, so he held her closer, kissing her as the sky darkened with the approach of dusk.
They lay there for an eternity, nude, in a bed of grass, surrounded by lemon trees, and he knew. He’d finally succeeded in his pursuit for happiness. Then again, he’d always known that this was how it should be.
She watched him as he watched her, seemingly just as content, but something lurked in the back of her eyes.
He spread a lock of her hair in the grass, snaking it around like a black river. “What are you thinking about?”
“Your spy problem.”
He didn’t expect that, and his heart lurched excitedly. “What about it?”
“Well, you haven’t caught this
person.”
He arched a brow. “Are you questioning my competence?”
“Yep.”
“All right.” His chest filled with pride. “I’m listening.”
She leaned up on an elbow, and the twin peaks of her pink nipples drew his attention.
“Up here, Matias.”
He flicked his eyes to hers and found a glint of amusement there.
“You’ve been monitoring every outgoing transaction and message?” She cocked her head. “Even phone calls?”
“Everything. Nothing is getting leaked or discussed. We’re on virtual shutdown. We’ve flown in all of our technical geniuses and highest-ranking members to the property and haven’t let anyone leave. We have every able and trusted person hunting for this person.”
She nodded, her expression contemplative. “Have you considered the possibility that Gerardo might’ve been lying?”
“The man was in a world of pain when he confessed.” His heart skipped. “He lasted through hours of slicing and severing and—”
“He was loyal to this other group then. Loyal enough to endure that kind of torture.” She glanced away, scrunched up her nose in concentration, and looked back at him. “What if he was trying to distract you from something? What if he wanted you to congregate your cartel?”