you. All of you. Every inch. Mine. All mine.” A harsh bellow left my mouth the moment I slipped my shaft to her dark hole.
Tensing, her mouth opened into a perfect ‘O’ and she held her breath until I pushed my cock past her tight ring of muscle.
Once fully seated, I crowded closer, using the power of my thighs as I thrust in and out. The heat was even more explosive, the electricity now white hot and skipping from one body to the other. All I could hear were our combined throes of passion, the primal need we both shared.
I rocked her, trying my best to hold on as my balls swelled with cum. I wanted this to last, to be defining. As she squeezed her muscles, I knew there was nothing left. No control. No patience. I exploded into her, my throat constricted as the rush catapulted me into sheer ecstasy.
As I filled her with my cum, another wave of sadness slammed into me as well as a return of my anger.
Fury for the life I’d been born into.
Anger for the realization I could never have anything of such beauty and innocence.
Rage for the understanding that with me, her life would be in constant danger.
And so, a decision was made, a release of my hold.
The beautiful flower would flourish on her own in a separate world, while another round of darkness took over mine.
At least... she would remain alive.
Chapter Nine
Savannah
Time.
I had far too much time to think on my own, attempting to process the details of what had happened only two days before. The time spent with Rafael had been amazing, wondrous, crazy and I’d lost myself in something that never should have happened.
And everything I craved from the very depths of my being.
A man so powerful.
One so dangerous.
A man who would likely end up dead and I honestly had no idea why. I laughed softly, every move I made a direct reminder of the hard spankings I’d received. A few marks remained, a beautiful reminder of the fact I’d lost my entire mind. Going off with a stranger who carried a gun? What the fuck was wrong with me?
Now I was wary of trusting my instincts, what few decisions I’d made for the galleria. I was even confused why I even bothered to think about the asshole for any reason.
But I had.
True to my instincts and thoughts, Rafael had vanished, poof. Gone. There were no calls or texts, no flowers sent in recognition of our time shared. It was as if he’d never existed at all. Hey, I was a grown woman and a big girl. I didn’t need a man.
Then why have you thought of little else?
Hissing, I pushed my inner voice away. There was work to be done.
I’d stayed away from the café the next day as well, chiding myself for my behavior on every level. The lame call I’d given to Elena made me sick to my stomach. Then I’d given up and given in, attempting to talk to Angelina, only to find out that the day before had been her last day at the café. That had given me pause as well. Even though she and I hadn’t been buddies, I’d enjoyed her take no shit attitude.
For about a dozen reasons, I felt all alone, not a single person to talk to. I’d never really had a group of girlfriends before, the kind you blabbed to about bad dates and new dresses, but right now, I needed advice. If only my mother were alive. Not that her taste in men had been much better, but she would have given me her thoughts anyway. If I had to guess, I believed she’d tell me to move on, get my shit in check, and forget about the man with the sexy two-day stubble.
I glared up at the clock for the tenth time in less than an hour, actually looking forward to closing time. I’d been thrilled to sell an actual painting early that morning. Then there hadn’t been a soul who’d come into the store, only two phone calls.
I had no idea how my aunt made any kind of living, unless her divorce settlements had been huge. I couldn’t help but smile. That was a distinct possibility knowing Lucia. What would she think about my foray into darkness?
I walked toward the window, unhappy that I’d allowed Elena to go home early. Granted, I owed her for bagging on her a couple of days before and it