I grip her hips, lifting her to the crypt while my teeth trap her bottom lip. She startles, a momentary pause, a sound in her throat that threatens to destroy what little restraint I still have.
“Why are you here?” I whisper against her frustrated mouth, my neck arching up now that her head is above mine.
I will make her say it.
She needs to say it.
“Why do you keep asking me that?”
Locking my hand over the back of her head, I keep her from moving away from me. My fingers curl into her dark hair, our lips parted and brushing together as our breath combines into a stew of aggravating temptation.
“I just wanted-“
“Wanted what?”
She growls, and the tiny sound plucks at the corners of my lips, but then the monster in her comes out, Adeline’s rebellion against my attempt to control her knocking me so off balance that I lose the war when she presses her mouth against mine and sweeps her tongue out to snap the last thread of restraint I have left.
I should have known she’d come out swinging. It’s what always drew me to her in the first place.
Mouth wide open, she kisses with the wild abandon I always knew she would. I’ve tasted it before, experienced her insanity many years ago in a parked car.
But now, rather than fighting myself about how her body should be used, I surrender to the insanity right beside her, my hands slipping up her arms to pull the straps of her dress down, to free her tits so that my palm can explore them with the possession I feel.
Adeline’s legs fall open, and I press closer, the stone crypt she sits on hard against my body, the cold seeping past my shirt.
Moans crawl up her throat that are so wrong for where we are. We’re disturbing the dead. Violating their resting place. But the defilement feels right for us somehow, our interwoven pasts blending together into a storm of tempestuous sin.
Trapping her bottom lip between my teeth, I open my eyes and look up to find her staring at me, a shudder tearing through her as my hand slides up her thigh to shove away the skirt, my thumb sliding up her panties to discover them drenched.
Releasing her lip, I lick the sting away, run my mouth along her jaw, flicking her panties aside as she tilts her head to expose her neck. My mouth presses against her pulse point, my cock painfully hard as my fingers explore between her legs, her heartbeat a frantic pounding as I sink a finger inside her.
Adeline had been an obsession before this. But now, after touching her, after learning what it feels like to be inside her body, obsession is too weak a word for what I feel for her. I’m not sure a word will ever exist that can define what bloomed to life.
I need to claim her.
To possess her.
To crawl beneath her skin and make her mine.
I need to be the fire that roars to life inside her, need to be the shadow that she reaches for every time she closes her eyes.
Hands in my hair, Adeline cries out as my mouth drops to her breast, my tongue swirling the nipple on a tease. Sliding another finger inside her, I pump my hand while sucking her nipple into a painful point that I bite in punishment for all the trouble her body has caused me.
When my thumb brushes her clit, she curls her fingers into my hair, pulling my head up to kiss me, an orgasm coming on so fast and hard that I have to swallow the scream that bursts from her throat, her muscles locking over my fingers to keep them from pulling out.
Gripping my free hand in her hair, I yank her head back, running my mouth down the line of her neck until I trap the tip of her breast in my mouth, sucking hard as her body rides my fingers through the last waves of pleasure that slam through her.
Adeline’s body softens as she comes down from that high, her fingers relaxing in my hair. I’m two seconds away from apologizing to the Rinehart family while pulling her to the ground to claim all of her as mine when tension shoots across her shoulders, words whispering over her lips that I know are the beginning of the end
“Oh, my God...”
No, no, no, no, no...
I glance up to see a stricken look marring her face, guilt rolling through