Page 141 of Dirty Salvation

"Right here. Fuck, gotta get inside you, baby. Right now."

"Do it. Do it, Rider. Fuck me."

"Fucccckk."

Hands began ripping at her clothes. His hips kept her pinned to the wall, legs just dangling in mid-air. Hoisted like she didn't weigh a thing. She didn't care, she wanted him out of his mind.

Her needful man.

They'd all had a terrible shock the last couple of days, fraught with grief and anger as well as being locked in together. It brought their own mortality raging to the surface, she understood why Rider wanted her so badly, the proof of life was strong, to know they were alive and together and no one was coming between them. She helped rip their clothes away and when his long thick cock sprung from his jeans into her hands she moaned in the back of her throat.

A dirty needy noise.

Hungry.

She initiated the next kiss.

Dazzling scorching pleasure.

"Now, Ambrosio. Fuck me, please, right now, I need you inside me. You need to be inside me."

He broke their kiss long enough to reach down, to grasp his cock, to drag it through her wetness, no matter how desperate he always was for her, he made sure she was ready to take him. Her heart sped up, flopped around in heat and love, melting more for this great bad man. There was something so primal in his movements. Precise and unfettered.

She wanted this second to go on and never end.

And then with a lunge, he shoved deep and hardest inside Zara then he ever had before, roaring a glorious noise, causing her entire body to go rigid before loosening in that slow release of pleasure as he settled in, her walls accepting him.

He was huge, it always hurt at first.

A good hurt.

"That sound right there, in your throat. It’s mine." he was panting in her face, eyes dark fogged by pleasure. "fuckin' love that noise, like you're gonna come any second for me, so tight grasping around me. Needed this, Icy."

What a sight they made in the hallway mirror, Rider with his jeans halfway down his strong hairy thighs, most of his butt on show, Zara's hair crazy messy from the forceful threading of his fingers, she wore jeans only on one leg and her shirt was torn open so his mouth could find her nipples.

It was beyond decadent that she watched how he fucked her, his pumping becoming frantic, their images echoed in the mirror like a movie scene. Both of his hands held under her thighs, working his hips, grunting against her lips, churning himself, whispering starved obscene, evocative encouragement to her, they hadn't needed any long teasing foreplay, having Rider inside her was life itself. "Oh god. Please. Harder." she whimpered grabbing around the back of his nape taking the solid slams, each one hitting her in that special place of madness. Pleasure blinded her.

"Going to."

And he did, for long minutes stood in the brightly lit hallway, he fucked Zara into oblivion, until her bones were weak and her lungs shook from calling out his name.

This, she mused, slack arms around his shoulders, coming down from the bliss while he peppered her in kisses, was one of life's rare moments of completion. She breathed him, and kissed him back. When you thought about it, the small things were what mattered, that collection of tiny happiness moments all added up to this. And though she had had her naivety brutally washed away, Zara was no fool to ignore what was right in front of her. The good waiting for her. She snatched it with both hands, held on tight. Because, after poor Tiny, you just never knew when it was your time.

"Wait." she issued with a strangled laugh, tilting her head to better see what he was doing. Her eyes widened ... was he going to … "Rider. That's ice cream!"

Dinner had taken a turn for the well … she just didn't quite know, but when he'd hauled her boneless up into his arms and deposited Zara on the kitchen table she never in a million years or her wildest dirtiest dreams think for a second he meant to eat the ice cream off her body. Splash …drip ... it landed on her belly cold and creamy, more milk now than solid dessert.

Oh hell.He absolutely intended to eat it off her. Rider bent over her, her legs balanced twitching over his shoulders, and began to lap the ice cream off her skin, slow …long... licks, grunting as he did.

Holy Jesus in heaven. It appeared so wrong and yet if he dared stop she'd kill him with a whisk.

Lick. "Sweet." Lick.

"Rider...oh, what are you doing to me?"

"Lie back and let me enjoy you, Icy."

Drip-drip-drip.