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Emilee’s breath came in short gasps. She writhed beneath him; her core already wet with anticipation. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice laden with need.
“Ah ah,” he admonished playfully. “Kitten's not being very patient.” His fingers teased down her abdomen towards her clit, sending delicious shivers up her spine. She mewled softly as he dragged them down further over her swollen folds.
“So wet for me,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. His tongue darted out to taste her then, lapping at her aching sex like a man starved for water in the desert. “So fucking delicious.”
“Oh my God!” With each lap of his tongue, each flick of his finger over her clit, Emilee's cries grew louder, more desperate. Sensations jolted through her body as she edged ever closer to release. “Please,” she begged. “I-I can't... I…”
Arrow's gaze smoldered with a cardinal hunger as he looked into Emilee's eyes. “You have no idea how badly I've wanted to hear you beg for me, Kitten.” He ran a finger through her slick folds, coating it in her essence. He brought it to her lips, pressing it against her parted mouth. “Taste yourself.” His voice brooked no denial.
Emilee's cheeks flushed crimson, but she did as he said, moaning at the musky taste of her arousal on his finger. Arrow smiled, “That's my good girl,” he praised her before he lowered his mouth to her pussy again.
He was relentless, his skilled tongue swirled around her clit, flicking and teasing until she was mewling with need. Her toes curled and her entire body trembled. Emilee arched her hips off the bed, desperate to feel more of him inside her. She threaded her fingers through his soft hair, grinding her hips against his face as the pressure inside her grew unbearable.
“Arrow,” she gasped, “Oh, God, Arrow!” All rational thought had flown out the window the moment he'd started eating her out. His name fell from her lips like a prayer, a desperate plea for release from the delicious torment he was putting her through.
He chuckled darkly, sending vibrations straight to her core. “That's it, Kitten. Let me hear you scream my name.” He increased his pace, sucking harder on her swollen clit while inserting two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy. He curled them upwards, hitting that sweet spot deep within her that sent stars exploding behind her eyelids. The sensations were toomuch to bear; she was teetering on the edge of orgasm, dangling precariously like a tightrope walker over an endless canyon.
“That's it, Kitten,” he purred against her thigh before sucking even harder on her clit. “Come for Daddy.” His fingers pumped in and out in tandem with his mouth's motion on her sensitive bud. Emilee’s world shattered into a million brilliant pieces as she came undone in his skilled mouth and talented hands.
“I... I'm... I'm...” she panted, barely able to speak as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her. She couldn't form words anymore, reduced to a string of incoherent moans and whimpers as she rode the edge of release.
Gradually, the intensity of her climax ebbed away, leaving her breathless and sweaty beneath him. Arrow slid up her body, his arousal hard against her thigh. He brushed a sweaty strand of hair away from her face and smiled at her.
“Mine. All fucking mine,” he said before he claimed her lips in another searing kiss. Emilee wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer as their bodies pressed together. His erection ground against her wet core, teasing and tormenting both of them until neither could take it anymore.
“Please! I need you.” That was all the encouragement Arrow needed. He slammed into her mercilessly, his thick shaft tearing through her tight entrance as if it had been made for him alone. Emilee cried out, half-pain and half-pleasure as he stretched her beyond anything she'd ever known. He was relentless, slamming into her over and over again with an urgency that bordered on feral. Emilee moaned, delirious with need and desire for him. It had been so long since she'd felt this way about anyone— since she'd felt anything at all. But now, with Arrow inside of her, it was as if he'd awoken something within her that had been dormant for years.
“You feel so fucking good, Kitten,” he growled against her neck as he bit down hard enough for her to cry out but not leavea mark. Emilee's nails dug into Arrow's back as he fucked her with an almost violent urgency. His words sent shivers down her spine, spurring her on to even greater heights of pleasure. “So fucking good... so... tight... so...”
His hips slammed into hers with an intense rhythm, each thrust filling her completely and leaving her gasping for air. She met his every thrust with an animalistic growl of her own; her need for more consuming her.
Arrow's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers biting into her flesh as he thrust in and out of her wet heat. Emilee's nails dug into Arrow's back, her body arching off the mattress as she met him thrust for primal thrust. The headboard slammed against the wall in time with their frantic coupling, the rhythmic thuds echoing through the room. He growled low in his throat, his grip on her hips bruising as he slammed into her mercilessly. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before— this raw connection between them. It was like their very souls were intertwining as well as their bodies. This was no lovemaking session; this was something far more visceral.
Emilee's climax built again within her, much faster this time. The roughness of his thrusts, the dominance in his eyes, it all pushed buttons inside her she hadn’t known existed. With one final, savage thrust, Arrow stiffened above her before he roared out his release, burying himself to the hilt inside her contracting pussy. His hot seed filled her, the sensation sending her over the edge once more.
“Arrow!” she screamed as she came apart in his arms, her inner walls clenching around him like a vice. Her second orgasm was even more intense than the first, shaking her to her very core and leaving her boneless beneath him. They clung to each other, both panting heavily as they rode out their orgasms together.
CHAPTER 15
ARROW
Arrow closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He was sitting at his desk at the clubhouse, going over the finances. His phone buzzing was a welcome interruption from his methodical review of the spreadsheets. Dax's name flashed on the screen, making his heart rate spike. He answered with a terse, “Talk to me.” He’d been waiting for this call, hoping Dax would have information that brought them one step closer to locking up Mills.
“Got it, man. Jay is a genius and was able to get the dashcam and body cam footage from the night of Catie’s kidnapping. Someone destroyed the hard copies of it, but they weren’t able to completely erase it from the cloud. Sending the footage now,” Dax's voice crackled through the speaker.
Arrow's fingers drummed against his desk as he waited for the file to download. When it finally arrived, he hesitated, his cursor hovering over the play button. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to witness.
The grainy dash cam footage filled his screen. His eyes locked onto Emilee's short frame as she frantically waved down the patrol car. Her dark hair whipped around her face; desperation evident in every movement.
“Jesus, Em,” Arrow muttered, his chest tightening. He leaned closer, straining to hear her words about Catie's kidnapping. There was no denying this was a different version of his girl. She’d put on a good thirty pounds since that night, and she was clearly strung out on the video. Damn. His heart clenched seeing her in that state. She begs Mills to help her, and he promises he will. Why doesn’t he put her in the car and immediately go to the scene of the crime? Why doesn’t he call for backup?
Then Mills is on the phone, and a cold voice comes over the speaker ordering he “take care of her.”
Arrow's fists clenched as he watched the unthinkable unfold. The patrol car sped up, and Emilee's body crumpled beneath its wheels.
“No!” he roared, slamming his palm against the desk. His carefully ordered world tilted on its axis as Mills calmly transported Emilee's unconscious form to the hospital.
Arrow's mind raced. How could anyone do this to her? To his fierce, beautiful little girl who'd already been through so much? He wanted to reach through the screen and throttle Mills with his bare hands.