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“It’s over,” he hissed down at her, clenching his teeth as the blood from his nose dripped off his lips onto Indy’s face. “Settle down before youreallyget hurt.”
Indy’s eyes were wild and big, her body still squirming beneath his even though she was no match for him physically. Her hands and legs were pinned to the carpet, but she still fought like a lioness beneath him, snarling and spitting instead of sighing and submitting.
Just the way Ice liked it.
Now Ice closed his eyes tight, forcing himself back from the edge of that dark place where he was hyper-aware of his bulge pressing against her mound, his hardness against her softness, his muscles against her curves, the man he thought he was fighting the beast he feared he might be.
Two deep breaths followed by two more as Ice struggled to drag his energy back from the edge of that dark abyss.
But then pain ripped through his skull.
He roared as Indy lurched her head up towards his again, her forehead slamming into the bridge of his nose, her teeth clamping down on his lower lip and biting down viciously.
“Fuck you!” he shouted, ramming his face back into hers to break away from her animalistic bite. He spat blood onto her eyes and cheeks, cursed out loud again, raised his lower body up and slammed himself down on her to knock the breath out of this damn banshee who would not give up the fight even though she had no hope of winning.
“Fuckyou!” she spat back, gasping and gritting her bloody teeth, lunging up and trying to bite him again like a viper. “You’re a piece of shit. I almost trusted you. I wasthisclose to thinking you believed me, that you were on my side.”
Indy lurched upward again, her eyes wild with anger, dark with hurt, his blood smeared on her lips and cheeks like war-paint, her gaze sharp with something that stabbed Ice’s heart, twisted Ice’s soul, dug deep into some place in him that didn’t have a name, didn’t understand words, a place of yearning and hunger, eternity and destiny, always and forever.
Ice froze for a moment. Stared like he’d been struck. His hold on her wrists loosened for an instant, just enough for Indy to lurch her head towards his again.
Ice took the blow on his nose, but when she tried to do it again he was ready. He pressed his face into hers to stop her from using her forehead as a battering ram. His bloody lips were against her bruised cheek now, her gasping breath hot in his pounding ears, her writhing body rubbing against his throbbing bulge, her scent rising from everywhere, from her bosom and her breath, her pits and her pussy.
Now Ice’s vision was blood-red as the pain pounded his head and her musk invaded his mind. He realized with manic fever that he was grinding his cock into her crotch, holding her wrists down with his hands, flexing his neck muscles to hold her head down so she couldn’t bite his damn face off.
She tried to bite him anyway, managing to clamp her sharp teeth down on his earlobe. She held on with those teeth, but without biting down hard enough to rip his ear off.
It was only when Ice felt her hot breath against his ear that he realized her mouth was open and she was gasping, panting, breathing hard and heavy, her body still moving beneath his but with a different sort of urgency, a different sort of rhythm, a different sort of need.
Ice was lost now, growling and snarling as he ground his rock-hard bulge against her mound. Her thighs were now parted wide, pressed flat into the carpet. Her fingers clawed at the air as Ice held her wrists down.
And then Ice was staring right into her eyes. She’d turned her face towards his and was looking at him with the hunger of a starving animal.
Immediately Ice was overcome with a yearning to just fuckingdevourher, consume her, own her, make her his. But he managed to hold still, locked in on her eyes, lost in that gaze, in that moment, that woman.
They stayed still in that long, lingering moment.
And then they both began to move against each other.
Not just him but her too.
He could hear the bathroom pipes creak and groan behind them as he moved up and down over Indy’s body and she matched his motion beneath him.
Then Ice realized that the pipes weren’t the only things groaning, weren’t the only things straining, weren’t the only things close to breaking point.
They were too.
That breaking point came and went and Ice knew they were beyond it now. He rammed his hips down against her crotch, grinding and groaning until they were writhing and thrashing together like a single merged organism consuming itself with the urgency of its need.
And as the fever dragged them both into its depths, Ice took her trembling lips fully into his gaping mouth and kissed her.
He kissed her.
By God, he kissed her.
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He’s kissing me, came the feverish thought along with the metallic taste of blood. Oh, God, he’s kissing me.