Page 27 of Spark

“Cuss at me one more time, Jaden, and you’ll find my sympathy for your injuries cease to exist,” he roared down at me. I felt myself flinch as I shrank a little, my eyes closing to protect them from his piercing glare. “Eyes, princess, now,” he demanded.

Forcing them open, I looked up as far away as I could, hoping to avoid his glare, but it was impossible with his height. Dark ocean blue consumed me all over again, sending wave after wave of ice down my body. My hands pressed up against his hard chest as I felt my fear get the best of me. Untamable tears formed at the corners of my eyes, and I fought with everything I had not to let them fall in front of him.

“I’m nothing like you,” I nearly whispered, somehow finding my voice.

The smirk on his face made my gut twist in agony. Darren then released my throat and bumped my nose with the tip of his finger. “Not yet… but you’re so close. My little wolf has finally caught the scent of blood.”

I struggled against him, but it was so useless with his fingers still wrapped in my hair. “Careful what you wish for, Darren,” I breathed, watching as his brows furrowed.

“Who do you belong to, Jaden?” he asked sharply, those eyes piercing and harsh.

“You,” I spat in disgust.

“Goddamn right,” he replied and kissed me.

The moment his lips met mine, my body ignited as if someone lit a match over an oil spill. Hot blood rushed through my veins, heating every inch of my skin as he kissed me as though he were starved. And I suppose he was. And somehow, I found myself kissing him right back. But this kiss was not some kind of happy reunion between our lips; it was a full-on war. Because he wasn’t the only one starving.

With his one hand still wrapped in my hair and the other lined up against my back to clutch me to him, I found my hands clinging to the lapels of his jacket in an attempt to get closer. Liquid heat pooled between my legs as my body slowly began to reacquaint itself with the man who claimed to own it. It remembered him well.

I could almost feel Darren’s thundering heart beat under my hands as he kissed me with such aggressive passion. I was afraid he might forget and injure me again, but at this rate, I didn’t care… because I wanted to be the one to forget.

In my passion, my lips battled with his, our tongues fighting for territory, and our teeth drawing blood if need be. I hadn’t felt this alive in so long, and I was desperate to feel something other than utter hopelessness. I might never willingly make love to Darren, but I could certainly hate-fuck the shit out of him.

Eventually, Darren’s hands found my hips and lifted me to straddle him. His lips found my neck as I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold myself up. His rough kisses turned into bites, and bites turned into sucking. I knew my neck would soon display the color of his affection.

Before I realized we had even left the sunroom, Darren was pushing me down onto a bed. He somehow managed to carry me up the stairs, to what I assumed was his bedroom, without me even noticing. And for some reason, that pissed me off. With my back on the bed, Darren rested his hands above my head and grinned down at me. I smirked back.

Before I knew what I was doing, I pulled his left arm out from under him, causing him to shift his balance, but I had already used my left leg to shift his and pushed my right hip forward. Darren’s side hit the bed, and I immediately lifted myself over the top of him. He let it happen. He could have easily stopped my advance, but for some reason, he didn’t. Instead, he just smirked up at me with that shark-like grin of his as he rested on his elbows. God, he was sexy… and it just made me hate him even more. But I wasn’t given much chance to dwell on it.

Darren suddenly pushed off his elbows and nearly launched his upper body at me, and if his arms hadn’t immediately wrapped around my waist, I would have fallen off him. His mouth met mine in another passionate assault of a kiss, and it only made me push back harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands venturing over his back while more heat pooled between my legs. Fuck, I wanted this. And I didn’t even know why.

It wasn’t long before Darren started pulling at my dress, nearly ripping the damn thing off along with my bra and thong. He then spun us around, my back gently hitting the bed while Darren immediately went for his jacket, pulling it off in a hurry. His breath was heavy with anticipation, and I fought to keep mine at bay, but with my racing heart, it was difficult to tame.

The moment he was free of all restriction, Darren slammed into me with ease. I groaned out loud from the impact as he rammed himself into my core. And it felt fantastic.

“Fuck. I’ve waited too long for this,” Darren nearly moaned as he slowly pumped in and out.

“Your fault.” I moaned as my hands gripped the sheets beneath me.

“It was my punishment,” he gritted as his hands came to rest just above my shoulders, “for allowing you the opportunity to escape me.”

“Lesson learned, I’m sure,” I replied, my voice husky with lust.

“Never again.” He groaned and pulled my legs up to wrap around his hips.

Darren drove deeper, harder, and I fought to keep myself in place as pleasure overrode every sense in my body. I wanted more of him, needed it.

“Oh, fuck.” I moaned, unable to hold it back. Darren immediately wrapped his hand in my hair and yanked my head back.

“There’s that mouth again,” he growled and kissed me, pumping into me even harder, as if that were somehow possible. Pleasure and pain began their collision as my impending orgasm began to flutter. I was ready to explode.

When Darren finally released my lips, I moaned so loudly it could almost be classified as a scream. His mouth moved down to my ear, gently biting into my lobe. “My favorite sound,” he drawled into my ear, and every inch of me shivered. His lips then moved to my neck, kissing and biting and making my skin come alive. I couldn’t help but scratch my nails down the back of his arms. My hips pushed forward to meet his every thrust, giving me just enough to push me over the edge.

“Oh, God.” I moaned, my orgasm finally taking over and sending me right into that blissful rush of heat.

Before my orgasm was even over, Darren quickly pulled out, flipped me onto my hands and knees, and rammed right back into me, sending my pleasure to new heights. Cries of absolute ecstasy echoed from my throat as Darren grabbed my hair and held my head tightly in place while his other hand took my hip in a bruising grip.

“Fuck. I’m never going more than a few hours without fucking you, princess.” He groaned. “I’ve forgotten how good you feel.” He grunted as he drove in and out of me, leaving me breathless and begging for more as I rode out the remaining waves of my orgasm. As it died down, the pain began to bloom at my side, but I ignored it, too engrossed with what was going on behind me.