Page 84 of Carnal Urges

“You.”

It’s barely even a whisper, but I heard it. So did my cock. A surge of electricity shoots from my balls to the crown.

I grab her hips and shove my dick deep inside her.

We groan at the same time. Then Sloane starts to buck frantically underneath me, fucking herself onto my cock, desperate for release. I give her my weight, fist a hand in her hair, and close the other around her throat.

Into her ear, I say gruffly, “Don’t forget it, beautiful captive. You’re mine.Now, come.”

Her entire body jerks. She cries out. Arching against me as I drive into her over and over, her pussy clenching around my cock, she sobs my name. I test one of her hard nipples with my teeth, and she screams it.

My body reacts to that like I’ve been struck by lightning.

There’s scorching heat and a crackling current, a sense of danger rippling beneath the awe. Though we agreed this thing between us is a short-term negotiation, it has the raw and uncontrollable powerof nature sizzling through it, a blinding white burn of energy that’s as beautiful as it is perilous.

A force powerful enough to end your life.

I kiss her breasts to smother my moan of despair. I know she’ll be able to walk away from this raging storm unscathed, but I doubt I’ll be so lucky.

If I’m being honest with myself, I knew it from day one.

I crush my mouth to hers and kiss her as I climax, tumbling off a cliff of pure pleasure, falling down toward the crashing waves and rocky shore far below, where I shatter into a million tiny pieces, all of them hers.

TWENTY-FOUR

SLOANE

It’s a long while before I come back to myself.

When I do, Declan is still on top of me, still inside me, and speaking in Gaelic, his voice a guttural rasp next to my ear.

We’re both panting. Shaking. Covered in sweat. My trembling legs are wrapped around his waist, his big rough hand around my throat.

It feels as if we’ve just survived a bombing.

He softly kisses both my cheeks. The corners of my mouth. My jaw, neck, and shoulders. Propping himself up on his elbows, he tangles both hands into my damp hair and holds my head as he looks into my eyes.

“Hullo.”

Feeling strangely shy, I murmur, “Hi.”

Has he always been this beautiful? Have those blue eyes always had that tender shine? I can’t remember. Time seems split into before this moment and after, like we’ve broken the laws of physics and arrived here in our own little bubble, shipwrecked on an island where nothing ever existed before.

Where no one ever existed but the two of us.

His voice thick, he says, “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

My laugh is weak. “You could’ve fooled me.”

“I meant I planned on feeding you first.”

“It’s okay. You couldn’t help it. I know I’m irresistible.”

He starts to laugh this lovely, husky laugh that makes me feel warm all over. He withdraws and rolls onto his back, taking me with him, tucks my head into the space between his shoulder and neck, then winds his arms around me and holds me tight.

His sigh is deep and full of satisfaction.

I ask tentatively, “Is it okay if I talk now? Um… sir?”