Page 37 of When Hearts Unravel (The Orchid #6)

Our kiss spins out of control. We’re oil and water, gasoline and a match.

We aren’t supposed to be together, and yet, nothing else makes sense.

An inferno scorches through me as I hoist her in my arms, my mouth plundering hers, needing to taste her, to stave off the poison inside me with her antidote.

I’ll protect her. The words bang around inside my head because I know we’re taking a risk, that she’s putting her career on the line by kissing me in public.

I’ll protect this woman with my life. Anyone so much as looks at her in the wrong way will suffer the wrath of The Andersons.

“Rex,” she moans when we break apart for air.

“My Olive. My sweet, sweet Olive.”

Groaning, I crush my lips to hers again. This time, I invade her mouth with my tongue, and she fights back, teeth nipping my tongue, my lips, anywhere she can reach.

My body thrums, the heat going straight to my head, and my cock throbs against the waistband of my pants.

“Fuck,” I exhale, “you fucking undo me.”

I need her. Over me, under me, any part of me inside any part of her.

I want to drown in Olivia Lin and never resurface.

Wordlessly, I set her down, taking in her flushed face, her swollen lips, the way her perfect tits heave as she drags in breath after breath, her dark, hard nipples showing through her shirt.

My dick twitches and I growl, taking her hand in mine as I haul us out of the courtyard.

With my mind mad with need, lust, and other turbulent emotions I have no business naming, I drag her down the streets. I’m probably walking too fast for her, but I can’t slow down.

She follows me, no questions asked, like I can lead her to hell and she won’t object.

She submits so beautifully.

Wetness seeps out of my rock-hard dick. If I don’t get inside her now, I’ll blow inside my pants like an untried teenager.

I spot a motel ahead and make a break for it because I can’t last that long. I can’t wait until we get back on the cruise ship.

After handing the attendant more money than he’s probably ever seen behind the counter, I grab the room key and dash up the stairs.

Our labored breaths are loud in the narrow hallway, but I barely notice as I slide the key into the lock, my hand shaking.

A second later, the door opens, and we’re on each other.

“Olive, Olive, Olive, my bewitching Olive.” I fist her tits as I grind on her against the closed door.

She lets out a mewl when I scrape my teeth over her neck, zeroing in on her throbbing pulse.

“Rex,” she cries out when I bite down.

She loves it when I bite her there. The pain, the agony, the pleasure.

I make a note of that to add to my thick file of everything Olivia in my head.

I want to catalog a hundred ways of making her scream with pleasure.

Then, I want to invent more. Thousands. Millions.

I want to make her cry, shriek, and shatter from ecstasy.

That’s my calling. My new calling I want to dedicate the rest of my life to.

This will fill the emptiness inside me.

My pulse soars at the thoughts, a low whisper inside me saying, “You’re out of your mind, Rex. She’ll leave you when she finds out the extent of your madness.”

But I shove it away and instead, with one yank, whip her shirt off her, and snap off her bra.

She whimpers, her tits heaving, but those whiskey eyes of hers only grow darker, drunk with lust.

Olivia claws my head and clamps her lips on mine.

We fight again.

With our teeth, our hands, our fingers scratching, pinching, and twisting. She fists my shirt, trying to tug it off me, and I set her down with a growl. With one hand, I pull it over my head, hearing the buttons ping against the walls and the floor.

I shred the rest of my clothes at breakneck speed, watching her eyes widen when she sees my cock for the first time, the hard inches curled up against my stomach, my pre-cum already dripping from the tip. I tug it…once, twice…and it pulses in my grip.

Then, I’m all over her again. I need her pussy, her hot body writhing on me. I need everything she can give.

Take. Take. Take.

Rational thinking vanishes, and what remains is frantic need.

I tear off her leggings, not caring if I’ve ruined them.

“Rex, my cl-clothes,” she whimpers when I bite her neck again, on that spot she loves.

She melts, her body going limp. I pick her up and wrap her legs around my back.

“I’ll buy you dozens more—dresses, pants, shirts—whatever you fucking need.” Anything she wants to make her stay and put up with my darkness.

My vision blackens when I thrust my cock against her pussy, feeling her bare against me for the first time.

Blind with lust, I stumble with her toward the bed, but it’s too far away.

I can’t wait.

Judging from the way she’s riding my cock, her hot, wet pussy rubbing it from my base to tip, up and down, up and down, I know she feels the same way.

And so I drop us onto the carpet, my hand snaking between us, angling my cock into position, my mind screaming at me to spear her in half.

But I pause, hovering over her, our breaths colliding, our gazes snaring at each other.

Maybe I still have a shred of decency inside me. I know once I cross this last line, we’ll never be able to go back. I’m asking her to forsake her morals, her ethics, every rule she’s probably followed, for me.

And I don’t even know what I can give her. It’s not forever, that’s for sure.

But I’ll give her everything I’m capable of.

“Yes,” she whispers, seeing my thoughts, hearing my questions, understanding me once again without me having to say anything.

“I’m clear…haven’t been with anyone since my high school boyfriend. And I’m on the pill.”

My balls clench and draw up, loving the idea of being the only man inside her, because let’s face it, a no-name kid in high school is probably a one-pump chuck.

A spurt of cum seeps out of me. My eyes roll back and a groan rattles in my throat. My arms shake with restraint, with the need to slam myself deep inside her and never resurface.

“I haven’t been with anyone for half a year and I’ve tested and am cleared.”

She nods.

“Are you sure? We can’t go back.” Fucking decent Anderson behavior here. I surprise myself.

“Yes.”

My mind shuts down, and I power my hips forward, thrusting inside her in one full stroke.

And I see stars. Literally.

“Shit, shit, shit.” My hips move of their own accord, driving inside her wet heat. “You’re so fucking tight, my good girl, my filthy slut, my perfect angel.”

“Oh my God, fuck.” She claws at my back, her sharp nails digging in, and the pain only drives me forward.

I throw her legs over my shoulders, needing to be deeper than anyone’s ever reached before. Her pussy grips my dick so tightly, I can barely breathe.

“Feel that, Olive? You were made to take my cock. Look at you, taking all my fucking inches in that tiny, pretty cunt. I didn’t think we’d fit, you know. How can a tiny thing like you take on all of me?”

I ride her hard.

Electricity courses through my veins, frying my senses. Every part of me is aware of everything that is her. Her sweet smell, her soft skin, her breathy moans in my ears.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

“Olive. My Olive,” I chant. “I’m obsessed. With this wet pussy, with your tight body, with your perfect tits. But most of all, I’m obsessed with this.” I lick my way down her neck, between her breasts, to where her heart pounds rapidly. “Your heart. Your pure, beautiful heart.”

“Rex, I-I feel, I feel so much,” she gasps, her back arching up as I plunder her from below.

Unable to help myself, I bite down on her perfect nipple, sucking it until it becomes a perfect eraser bud. Then I flick it with my tongue.

She’s shaking now, and I know she’s close.

“Will you let me corrupt you?” My dick lengthens as a telltale pressure radiates from the base of my spine, going up, up, up, spreading to my balls, running up my shaft. “Even though I don’t deserve you? Will you burn in hell with me?”

I don’t know what I’m saying. The words tumble out of me without a filter. My cock throbs and the first gush of cum streams out, but I’m holding on.

I need her answer.

Hips snapping, the wet sounds of our bodies colliding loud in the room, I stare at her, watching as her eyes flutter open, glazed over in passion, her lips parting.

I want to take a photo of her like this—perched on the edge of an orgasm.

“Always, Rex. Always,” she whispers.

And I’m done.

A roar bellows out of me and I thrust in as deep as I can—once, twice, three times—and she screams. Wetness drips out of her, her tight cunt fisting my cock almost to the point of pain.

But I persist, jamming it in again and again, sealing my lips over hers as I topple off the edge into nirvana.

Unending cum flows out of me, my heart exploding in my chest, my lungs constricting. Our bodies pulse in rhythm, her pussy drawing more and more out of me, my balls emptying everything I have to give inside her.

I suckle her neck and massage her tits as my cock tunnels in and out of her, my rhythm slowing to gentle gyrations.

Her legs won’t stop trembling, her body twitching underneath mine.

So fucking perfect.

So perfectly mine.

Sex before her was a means to an end, a flash of pleasure to make me forget.

But sex with her…no words can describe it.

Transcendent.

Catharsis.

More. Much more.

“Mine,” I rasp into her ear, and she stills under me. I’ve shocked her and myself.

“You’re mine, Olive. And I’m never letting you go.” Not until I have to.

I take her, over and over, cleaning her up only to dirty her up again. Loving her with my body, until we both fall, exhausted and spent, into bed.

And when I pull her into my arms, the mattress squeaking underneath us, she sighs in contentment and snuggles into my hold.

For the first time in a very long time, I fall into a deep, quiet sleep.

The nightmares don’t come.