Page 2 of Run Like the Devil

Especially once he pulled me up, drawing my hips from the ground, the position strange, but the way he leaned in had me more than willing to ignore that. He didn’t use his words to tease me, not like Hale did. He didn’t declare feelings like Tyrus did.

No, Gorrin was a man of action, so he simply leaned in and pressed his seeking lips right to my cunt, dragging his tongue up my slit. The touch burned, lighting some uncontrollable fire inside me, my back arching in response to the overwhelming sensation.

But he didn’t stop. Instead, he delved deeper with his tongue, as if he wanted to drown in me. I looked at him, my body entirely on display because of the position. That might have embarrassed me if I were myself right then, might have made me nervous, but the way his golden eyes locked on mine made that impossible.

Instead, I melted, my entire body going molten at every touch of his. He moved between sinking his tongue deep into my cunt and sliding it against my waiting clit, and he kept me from guessing his next move with ease.

I would have never thought Gorrin capable of this, never thought he’d feel this way, that he’d have this sort of passion inside him. He’d always looked at me with such stone, always unmovable, but I almost couldn’t see that man in the one who pleasured me now.

His grip remained on me, tight and unflinching, and the first orgasm that struck me happened so fast that I couldn’t stop my eyes from squeezing shut at the intensity. It rushed over me in crashing waves that made my entire body tense, my back arching impossibly more, my hands drawing into fists, even my feet twisting as if I could grasp some semblance of control.

All I could do was endure, though. It went on forever—especially because Gorrin didn’t pull back or stop—until I felt as if I might really die. It seemed like an eternity later when my body finally went lax, when all that tension released.

As soon as it happened, Gorrin pressed a strangely sweet kiss to my cunt, then the cool stone floor touched my sweat-soaked back as he lowered me.

If I thought it was over, though, I was dead wrong. Instead, his weight rested over me and his wet lips found mine. I tasted my own sweetness on his lips, and I happily cleaned it from him.

The blunt head of his cock pressed against my still twitching pussy, and he waited for only a moment. Part of me wondered if he’d ask, if he’d check in. It seemed like a Gorrin thing to do, since he was always responsible.

Perhaps it was a testament to how out of control he was, because instead, he wrapped his fingers in my hair, drawing his hand into a tight fist as if to hold me still, then plunged his impossibly thick cock deep into me in a single hard thrust.

It threw me headfirst into another orgasm, or maybe they were aftershocks from the last? I couldn’t tell anymore, didn’t know where one ended and the next started. It felt like wading from the beach into the ocean, where the water moved nonstop and I couldn’t tell apart the individual waves.

Each thrust caused his grasp in my hair to tug against my scalp, and fuck did that do it for me. I moaned, not caring about how I looked, how I sounded or what he thought of it. Who cared about pride at a time like this?

So I wrapped one leg around his hip, not wanting him to pull out at all, not willing to lose any of this for even a heartbeat. I dug the heel of that foot into him, forcing him to grind into me deeper, harder, to give me more.

And Gorrin did exactly that. Pain in my back said his thrusts shoved me against that rough floor, and I knew I’d be a mess of scrapes by the end, and that thought made me grin against his lips. The wounds felt like some tangible proof that this had happened, that I hadn’t just lost my mind and made it all up. They said this was real, that he was here, with me, no matter how impossible that seems.

He took me with wild abandon, as if he’d lost himself entirely to his need, as though I’d reduced him to something animalistic. He sank his cock deep into me each time, and the action ground his pelvis against my clit, each time drawing a gasp from my lips.

His huge wings blocked out the outside world, the white of them so pure in what felt like such a filthy moment that it didn’t seem like they belonged here at all. Not that it mattered—I did all I could to ignore them.

They made me think about our past, about all the secrets between us, about everything I didn’t want to intrude on this moment. So I shut that out, keeping my eyes closed to focus instead on the sensations arcing through my body, the electric feeling that ran through all my nerves from each place he touched me.

It went from where my nipples rubbed against his chest, from the sting in my scalp when he tugged on my hair, from the deep almost-ache in my cunt as he fucked me. My body felt like one single nerve, so each place he touched me lit up and threatened to catch fire.

His lips never stopped, his motions becoming even more frantic. I dug my nails into him. I was sure I drew blood, but fuck it. I’d cried for him—he could bleed for me.

Tears for blood—it felt like our normal exchange.

Gorrin rested his weight on the forearm of the hand fisted in my hair, his other hand grasping my hip as if even the slight movement from me was too much. It was as if he wanted to take over me entirely, wanted me totally at his mercy.

And to remind him I was not that woman, that I would never be that woman, I bit down on his bottom lip.

Gorrin shuddered as he delved in as deep as possible, his body stilling as he came. The copper tang on my lip from his blood threw me over that same ledge, let me leap off it with him. After how much I’d missed him, after feeling so fucking alone, I didn’t like the idea of him moving away from me in the least. So I held on to him and sank into that bliss right along with him.

When my body started to settle, when his softening cock slipped from me, when his kiss slowed and changed from the frantic madness from before, exhaustion took over. I could have fought it, could have shoved it away, but right now?

I let it take me, because a part of me still feared that this was all a dream, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to wake up from it. So, instead, I let myself drift off in the arms of a man I loved, a man I’d killed, a man I never thought I’d get to see again.

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Consciousness came to me slowly, and when I blinked, I squinted against a bright light that assaulted my eyes.

The Chasm was never this bright, which had me ready to snap at Gunnar for fucking around with something and waking me up. When my vision started to clear, it wasn’t Gunnar I found there.

Gorrin’s face, his eyes closed, brought back everything.