her face in the mattress.
Taking hold of her hips in his hands, Rian started going in and out of her, his end goal to come so fucking hard he couldn’t even see straight. The pleasure started at the base of his spine, and slowly moved upward. It controlled him, took the air from his lungs, and had this red haze covering his vision. Sweat covered his body, and he glanced down and saw that the droplets of his perspiration fell onto her back.
He moved his hand to the length of her spine and spread the wetness around, wanting to have a part of him on her skin. It was almost a sick, twisted desire, but he didn’t give a fuck. Right now he was just too gone for her to care.
“I’ve wanted this for too long, Sorcha.” He thrust in so deep that she moved up an inch on the bed. “I’ve wanted you for too fucking long.” He slammed into her again, held onto her hips tighter, and knew there would be bruises in the morning. But he liked that, loved it, in fact. It was like his personal brand of ownership on her, and that had his orgasm rushing to the surface.
Groaning out and letting his head fall back on his neck, he came long and hard. But he didn’t want this damn condom on, didn’t want the latex blocking the sensation of feeling her bare flesh along his. When his orgasm ended he pulled out of her clenching body, got rid of the condom, and collapsed on the bed beside her. The sweat started to dry on him, and he turned his head to look at her.
She had her eyes closed, but stayed on her belly. This glossy sheen covered her from head to toe, and he reached out and pushed a piece of damp hair away from her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes.
“Get some sleep.”
She didn’t fight him, didn’t even move. Instead she closed her eyes and fell asleep. He pulled the blanket over them both, closed his eyes and let sleep take him under.
17
Sorcha slowly opened her eyes, and blinked away the blurriness. It was dark outside still, and the view from the balcony windows showed the lights of the park and the city. She had shifted during the night and found herself on her back. Rian was on his stomach with his head turned away from her.
The memories of what they had done just hours before replayed in her mind like a movie reel on fast-forward. Her body was sticky from the sweat that had dried, and she was so sore between her thighs that the slightest movement had discomfort filling her. Rian wasn’t grotesquely huge in size or length, but he was endowed well enough that she couldn’t believe how stretched and filled she had felt with him inside of her. For a few minutes she just lay there, thinking about how she had gotten to this part of her life.
She glanced at him again, watched as his back moved up and down in even intervals from breathing, and gently moved toward the edge of the bed. She needed to use the restroom, wash her face, and stretch her legs. Once she was off the bed she took the throw that was over the chair and wrapped her naked body in it.
She glanced at Rian again, saw him in the same position, and for a second just watched him sleep. He had fucked her, savagely, brutally, and without remorse.
But strangely enough she had liked every minute of it. But then he had showed her a glimpse of the human inside of him, the one that did have a conscience. He said she could stop it if he was going too fast, and that had meant a lot to her. Still not enough to make her dislike him any less, but it did show her that he wasn’t a bastard all the time.
She used the restroom and cleaned off, and then slipped back into the room. The bed beckoned her again, and she felt her eyes grow heavy, but she wanted this one moment to herself. She turned toward the balcony and opened it quietly.
Once outside she shut the door behind her to block out the sounds of the city from Rian, and moved toward the ledge. She had meant it when she said if she closed her eyes it felt like she was flying. Bracing one hand on the banister and keeping