Hale’s kiss is like a hurricane.
It’s fierce and consuming, infused with the same desperate need that filled our embrace a moment ago—a need to connect, to claim. To join us together so deeply that no one can ever rip us apart.
I kiss him back just as wildly, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as my back hits the door again. He reaches down and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around him as he pins me against the heavy wood of his door.
His cock is like steel, and he grinds against me, driving me harder into the door with each thrust of his hips. He hardly seems to notice or care that we’re both still fully clothed, fucking me against the door anyway, hitting my clit in a way that makes me groan into his mouth.
But it’s not enough. I could come like this—in fact, I’m close already—but it’s not enough. I want him closer. I want him inside me.
Maybe he decides the same thing, because finally, he growls in frustration and yanks me away from the door, holding me against him as he strides across the room. He throws me down on the soft mattress and is on me a moment later, his large body covering mine as he finds my lips again. He grabs one wrist and then the other, pinning them over my head as his weight bears down on me.
I can’t move. I can’t wrap my arms around him or slide my hands over his skin, can’t plunge my fingers into his hair. All I can do is kiss him back, panting and gasping every time our lips break apart. My legs wrap around his waist, holding him against my body, and I arch my back, smashing my breasts against his chest as my nipples peak.
“Fuck. Need you. Now.”
The grunted words are barely words at all, but I don’t need to hear anything else as Hale rips his lips from mine and sits back on his heels suddenly, reaching down to tear off my dress.
It goes flying across the room as Hale drops his head again, nuzzling and lapping at my breasts. His teeth clamp down around my nipple, hard enough to pull a ragged cry from my lips, and I grab his head in both hands, practically crushing his face to my chest as pain-infused pleasure travels through my body in sharp jolts. He bites my nipple again before soothing it with his tongue, drawing my breast into his mouth in a deep pull. When he switches to the other side, my eyelids flutter shut, my hips rocking against his as sensation consumes me.
His hands are already moving farther down my body, fingers hooking the waistband of my panties before he yanks them down over my hips. He sits back again to slide them off, and before the small scrap of fabric has even hit the floor, his face is buried between my legs.
My thighs clench, instinctively trying to clamp around his head, but he presses them open again, spreading me wide as he laps at me. He stiffens his tongue and fucks me with it, his nose brushing against my clit, then laps at my pussy again, drinking up the arousal he draws out of me.
I haven’t even gotten his shirt off yet. I keep trying to reach down and tug at it, but Hale is single-minded, almost animalistic in his determination.
“Hale,” I pant, my hips shifting as I try to stave off my orgasm. “I need you too. Please.”
I grasp at his shirt again, and finally, he gives me what I want. With one hand, he reaches up and tugs it off, only breaking away from me long enough to pull it over his head. He keeps his face buried in my pussy as he uses one hand to unzip his pants and shove them down, kicking them off his legs.
Only when he’s fully naked does he pull away from me, going up on his knees between my legs and staring down at me, splayed out beneath him. He fists his cock, his blue eyes so dark they look almost black as his gaze tracks over me.
His nostrils flare, and he drapes himself over me again, settling his hips between my legs as he brings his face so close to mine that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. “Put me inside you, Grace.”
His words make my pulse race, and I slip my hand down between us, wrapping my fingers around his hard length and guiding him to my entrance.
As soon as the thick head of his cock is inside me, he drives his hips forward in one harsh movement, slamming home.
“Hale!”
His name is torn from me as all the breath leaves my lungs in a rush. I cling to his back and shoulders as he fucks me hard and deep, the entire bed shifting beneath us with each thrust. Sweat begins to slick our skin as our bodies find a rhythm together, but before the pleasure inside me can reach its peak, Hale rolls us, flipping our positions so he’s on his back and I’m straddling him.
I don’t hesitate. The need inside me is as insistent as whatever seems to be driving him. My hands come to rest on his chest, my fingernails digging little crescents into his skin as I rise up and then drop back down on his cock, using my thigh muscles to ride him hard.
“Fuck.”
His hands clamp down on top of mine, pinning them to his chest.
His hips arch off the bed every time I sink down onto him, and our pelvises collide with bruising force.
Something unstoppable is building inside me, something nothing can prevent. My inner walls ripple around Hale as he rolls us again, spreading my legs wide to give himself better access to drive into me.
Sweat drips down the side of his face, and his lips pull back in something almost like a snarl as he fucks me into the bed. He watches my face with intense eyes, and the second my orgasm hits, he lets himself go too, thrusting into me with several short, sharp strokes as he empties himself inside me.
He collapses on top of me as his body shudders with release, and we stay like that for several long moments, each of us gulping in air as our skin sticks together. Finally, he pulls out of me and rolls us onto our sides. His cum spills down my leg, but he doesn’t seem to care, and neither do I in this moment. His arms wrap around me, pulling me against his body until we’re pressed flush together—as if he’s not ready to let go of this closeness yet. Not ready to let even an inch of space come between us.
His voice is thick and hoarse when he speaks, muffled by my hair as he buries his face against my shoulder. “I wasn’t ready to lose him. I just… wasn’t ready.”
Tears streak down my cheeks, and I suddenly wonder if I ever stopped crying. “I know.”