Page 199 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two

One moment, we stand in front of the art, and the next, we’re tangled in each other, our clothes flying around the space as we rush to free each other and come together.

“Storm,” I say, gasping as he wrenches my jeans and underwear down my legs. I kick off my shoes with violent movements, and he steps on the crotch of my pants to remove them from my ankles.

My bra straps cut into my arms as he pulls the cups down, sucking a nipple into his hot mouth. I hiss, my fingernails scoring down his bare back and then fumbling with the belt buckle at the front of his jeans.

But then, I’m in the air, moving backward, and my ass hits the cool, scratchy tarp covering the worktable.

“Spread those legs for me, baby,” he grates out, an absolutely feral look on his face. My feet go to the edge of the table, spreading my lower lips obscenely, and he growls from deep in his chest.

“Get inside me, baby,” I whimper, absolutely desperate for him, to right the world again by bringing Storm Sandoval deep inside my body.

“Gotta get you wet,” he says, eyes latched onto my pussy. He drops to his knees, damn near attacking me with licks and sucks, andholy shit, his tongue spearing inside my sheath.

He growls again, as if feasting on me offers life-giving sustenance.

My head rocks back as I try to maintain my balance despite the onslaught happening below.

“Storm, I’m already wet. Please,” I pant out, feeling myself lurch closer and closer to climax.

“Not enough,” he replies with his face planted in my flesh. “More.”

Storm’s fingers slowly push into me, and I grasp onto them as if my body were afraid he’d stop his mind-numbing activities. He was so right the night he showed up at my condo. He does know exactly how to get me off, and quickly.

Even after all these years.

“God!” I shout toward the rafters, the sound echoing off the bare floor and walls as I explode. Thighs trembling, back arching, I shove my pussy closer to his mouth, spinning, spiraling, and he keeps going.

“Baby, please,” I whimper, still riding the edge, my eyes sliding shut as I try to keep myself balanced on the table. His broad hand goes to the small of my back, propping me up while his other still strokes my inner walls.

“No,” he grinds out quickly, returning to lick my clit in fast flicks. Burning, searing comes from the area, and I’m unsure if I’m gonna come or split into two or….

His fingers press up andshit! I’m coming and coming andcoming,the burning transforming into something pointed and sharp, and then there’s a splash as I squirt all over his face.

“Oh, my God!” I scream, completely lost in my body, completely lost in him. “Storm, what are you doing to me?”

Tears stream down my face as I finally feel him stand, his fingers still pumping inside me and keeping all my nerve endings on fire. He brings his face close—his face that smells completely like me.

“I’m loving you, Shae Olivya Rivers. I’m loving you forever.”

His fingers leave my body, and he surges into me, hitting the bottom of my channel so hard I yelp and my eyes roll toward the back of my head.

“I’m loving you, Shae. Ifucking loveyou,” he says, each word punctuated by a thrust. His lips are everywhere, behind my ear, at my neck, licking at the hollow of my throat.

His belt buckle, which hangs around the waistband of his jeans near his knees,clink, clink, clinkswith every move.

It’s delicious, it’s glorious.

“I love you, too, Storm,” I rasp, lost and high and soaring with him inside me.

“I want you beside me in this life and the next, Sweetness,” he grinds out, his hand sliding up my spine to the back of my head. I open my eyes, and his burn into mine. “Never leave me.”

“You never leave me, then,” I shoot back, but he grabs my flank, causing my southern parts to clench around his dick.

“Forgive me,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine as he switches his strokes from pounding to grinding. “I know I said I wouldn’t ask, but there’s no me without you. Please forgive me, Shae.”

I gasp, my lips inches from his, because I realize while I’ve been asking if Ishouldforgive Storm, I stopped asking myselfifI can forgive him…because I already have.

“I forgive you, Storm,” I say. “Don’t break my heart again.”