Passionate Obsession by D.M. Mortier

Chapter Ten

Mac

“I want my family out of there now!” I know that it wasn’t Colt’s fault that my family was currently surrounded by U.S. military with orders to apprehend and detain. When Colt had called me on the imminent threat, I had still been two hours out, unlikely to get there in time to save them if the hundred or so soldiers surrounding Colt’s home decided to enter and try to force the issue. Colt picked me up ten minutes later in a helicopter he was piloting. We were now in Justin’s study trying to determine the best way of getting Kat and the boys to safety.

There were thermal imaging devices being used by the soldiers to identify the occupants on Colt’s property and in the house. We weren’t worried because what the soldiers were unaware of was the existence of Colt’s bunker below ground, which was impenetrable by such devices. The bunker was more like a safehouse, equipped with two bedrooms, a living room and kitchen, an office with floor-to-ceiling monitors that tracked the activity in the main house and the grounds, and even an armory. Kat and the boys had moved down there as soon as the soldiers had shown up.

Colt had had alarms set around the house and property for any intrusion, electronic or human. Those measures had been in place for years because of the constant attempts to gain access to Imani from governments, crime bosses, and every ambitious military general in every major country since it became known that Imani had engineered Colt’s lethal weapon. Even if the bastards knew definitively that Kat and the boys were on the property, they wouldn’t be able to breach the perimeter. That’s how good Imani’s protection shield was and why so many military generals wanted to get their hands on her.

“Imani is almost finished with their personal shields,” Colt was telling me as we viewed the activity going on from the monitors in Justin’s study.

Justin was on the phone in the corner of the room trying to get intel on who was behind this latest deployment of military assets on domestic soil. All three of us had contacts who could squash this, but we had to tread cautiously because we didn’t know all the players and we were not willing to show our hands yet.

Imani had built personal shields for herself, her family, Justin’s family and for me that not only protected one’s body from bullets, but the shields were an invisibility armor and was also a high-tech communication device. The U.S. government have no idea that those shields exist. If they did, their attempts to get Imani to work for them would intensify. It had been so bad when she had first made a custom gun and shield for Colt when he was in active duty as a colonel in the army, that Imani had been pursued relentlessly by the Pentagon, Russia, China, and some Middle Eastern countries for years. Colt and Imani had been forced to take their son and live in exile for a few years until the frenzy from those wanting to acquire Imani’s prototype wasn’t so toxic.

Now, not only did she have governments after her, but Imani had some fanatics in various countries wanting to acquire her as well. Colt and Imani had shown time and again that any attempt on that endeavor would result in mass casualties.

“Once Imani has built the shields, we can easily get Kat and the boys out of there undetected.” Colt was trying to be reassuring, but he couldn’t possibly understand my anxiety on having danger so close to my family. It would kill me if any harm came to any of them.

“I’m going in to get my family,” I insisted. As much as I trusted Colt, sitting on the sidelines while my family was in such danger was impossible. “I can’t leave their safety to your men.”

“That’s not advisable, and you know it,” Colt growled. “If they got any inkling of your abilities, we would have half the U.S. military and probably some other mercenaries descending on us like flies on shit. Just the thought of acquiring you, your family, and my wife in one swoop would be those bastards’ wet dream.”

“You’re forgetting that I already have a shield from your wife. I can be in and out in a matter of seconds, and no one would be the wiser.” I knew Colt was right, but the thought of Kat needing me and my not being there had me tasting acid. “I need to be there, Colt.”

“No one on my staff is almost six-foot-six, Mac! If, for any reason, you deactivate your shield…” Colt sucked in his breath as though to suck in patience. “No one on my staff is that tall, so don’t start this shit.” He paused and gave me a hard stare. “I will personally go in and get your family to you safely, but not if I have to fight the kind of opposition your presence would attract.”

“How do you know those bastards haven’t already assembled a group of mercenaries to storm your place?” I insisted. “Do you seriously think that they are waiting for some fucking positive ID? They think my family is there. Despite what you think, my sons are more valuable assets than I am because they can still be controlled. Those bastards have no idea of their capabilities. That’s temptation enough. I’m not leaving them to get through this on their own.”

“Mac, you don’t have a choice. Did you forget that it was your lawyer and lover that entrapped your wife and children?” Justin interrupted our conversation to remind me of Elizabeth’s part in this whole fiasco.

“No, I didn’t forget,” I muttered.

“Well, sounds like you did. Because if you remember nothing else about today, you’d better remember that,” Justin warned. “Women are just as territorial as men. And while you think you and Kat don’t have that kind of relationship, you’d better believe Kat thinks otherwise. She’s your wife, and she’s going to be pissed about Elizabeth.”

“Kat is level-headed and knows that Elizabeth means nothing to me.” I frowned at him. I could only hope that Kat was territorial about me. I was certainly territorial about her.

“Listen, it’s your funeral if you want to walk in there right now while your wife is still more likely to murder you than to hug you.” Justin spread out a few papers in front of us, clearly indicating that he had nothing further to advise on how to handle Kat. “My contact tells me that the acquisition of your family is a joint effort between the CIA and Homeland Security. Those scientists have gotten approvals from very senior officials. There’s a possibility that the White House is also in on this. So, this is not a one-thread thing. We can’t pull one thread and hope to unwind this.”

“It doesn’t matter who is driving the show. Once I get my family out of the country, they won’t find us.” I have disappeared before. Unfortunately, I had never acquired friends like Colt and Justin before. This certainly complicated the situation, because these powerful people after us could try using them to get to me. Justin was an agent for the Agency, but he had no idea that I was as well. He might suspect it, but I never confirmed who I was. And although they were now my lawyers, they would still never have the full picture of who I was.

“I am worried about you and your families though,” I told them. “If the frenzy to get us is as fevered as recent events indicate, these people will stop at nothing to find us. They can’t know that you helped or that we were here. They suspect that my family is at Colt’s, but they’re not certain.”

“Agreed.” Colt frowned. “The thought of my wife being hunted again makes me want to murder the bastards. That’s why Imani is building shields for your family. No one will know that they were there.”

“I am grateful, lads.” Colt’s and Justin’s eyebrows went up. I smirked. They had no idea that I was so much older than they were, and it amused me the speculation in both their intelligent gazes. “You have helped me and mine, and I will be eternally in your debt.” And I meant that. Colt and Justin were like brothers to me. They were family.

Justin chuckled. “First of all, we’re older than you and haven’t been lads in decades. Secondly, you’ve come to our aid more times than we can count, not just with our families but you’ve been with both of us on countless missions. Colt and I may be brothers by blood, but you’ve been our brother by heart. There’s no need to thank us for doing what any brother would.”

“Not any brother, brother.” Colt gave a bitter laugh of remembered pain. “Our own brother proved that he wasn’t a brother at all.”

Justin nodded in agreement.

I knew that they were remembering their brother Matthew, who had betrayed them by helping some men to bomb Colt’s house while his wife and son were in residence. Justin’s girlfriend, Nakia, who is now his wife, was also in the house. If that wasn’t enough, Matthew helped the group of mercenaries to kidnap Colt’s son and Nakia, thinking Nakia was Imani. Imani had been the target because of her inventions of the unique shield and gun. The mercenaries had intended to use her son as leverage to get her cooperation to make the weapons they wanted. Matthew had died trying to help the mercenaries after incapacitating his brothers by drugging them.

“You guys aren’t going to start slobbering all over me and telling me you love me and shit, are you?” I deliberately teased to get them out of their dark thoughts.

“We’re not the ones who need to be slobbering and professing their love.” Colt grinned. “You’d better start practicing now because, from what I gather from Imani’s outrage, your girlfriend said some pretty messed-up shit that no wife wants to hear.”

I sighed. “Kat wouldn’t care about what Elizabeth said. She’s never given a shit about Elizabeth or my relationship with her. Kat isn’t into me like that.” I don’t know why I was explaining this to them when they knew that my and Kat’s marriage wasn’t a real one. Hell, they had advised me on how to secure her and the boys’ identities by marrying her.

Now, after the unprofessional bullshit that Elizabeth pulled, I called the senior partners of Graham and Cohen and had my entire portfolio transferred to Colt and Justin’s law firm instead of leaving the little I had intended before. Colt had been stunned by the sheer size and complexity of my business interests, even as he tried valiantly to disguise the fact. I ensured that I had the best executive teams to operate my various organizations, so I could understand Colt’s gobsmacked stillness at what just landed in their laps.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Colt frowned at me as though I was speaking another language. “From what I saw last week, I’d say she likes you plenty.”

“I don’t think I’m her type,” I told them softly. “She seems to be interested in an African American male, who works with us at the bureau.” I didn’t bother telling them about our lovemaking in that rundown motel. That was an anomaly that wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t been upset from our leaving home.

The guys looked at me as though I had two heads.

“Did she say that?” Justin wanted to know.

“She was planning an outing with him the weekend we left,” I told them. It felt as though I was imparting a deep dark secret. I couldn’t believe how difficult it was to articulate my colossal failure in getting my wife to like me. “I’ve sat through countless movies with her where she goes on and on about black actors, Denzel Washington, Idris Elba, Morris Chestnut, and the latest is that guy in the remake of Rocky movie.”

“You mean Michael B. Jordan?” Colt supplied.

I was sure there was a hint of laughter in his voice, but just remembering how Kat went on and on about that guy in the last movie, how she cringed and cried every time that character got hit by the big Ukrainian…. She never comments on the white actors, I wanted to say. But showing that level of vulnerability would show my deepest fear that maybe she didn’t like white men. And I couldn’t voice that shit no matter how much I believed it.

“Sounds conclusive to me,” Justin said mildly, sounding suspiciously like he was winding me up.

“Aye, I know,” I said with a shake of my head, interpreting their look to mean that I was fuck out of luck.

“So, you’ve never kissed her?” It was Colt’s turn to sound as though he wanted to laugh.

“Of course, I’ve kissed her.” These guys are starting to irritate me.

“She must have hated that,” Justin said drily, and then as if he couldn’t hold it any longer, he started chuckling. “Must have slapped you silly, because no woman would put up with being molested by men they don’t like.” The ass kept grinning like a loon.

“I don’t get what’s so damn funny.” I was losing my patience with them, not appreciating their brand of teasing at a time like this. “You think it’s funny that my wife doesn’t like white men when I’m a white man and I happen to be nuts about her?”

Colt laughed.

I glared at him.

“I’m sorry, man.” Colt laughed with obvious belly-deep enjoyment.

“I’m glad this is amusing to someone,” I muttered.

“Sorry.” Colt cleared his throat to stop the laughter, but his eyes were still bright with amusement. “It’s just that I’ve seen you two together. And there’s no way that woman isn’t into you.”

“I have no idea where you’re getting such optimism. I had to deliberately get a small motel room with two small beds to force some proximity.”

“Damn, sounds like you had the right idea,” Justin said approvingly. From the mischief in his gaze, I knew that I probably wouldn’t like what was coming next. “You know, the safe house has two bedrooms. You have a shield. Why don’t we smuggle you in there and you can do a bit of persuasion while Imani works on the shields for your family?”

“Just because she kissed me doesn’t mean that she’s willing to accept me in her bed.” I knew I was lying to them now. Kat had melted in my arms. Would she do that again?

“Did she slap you or push you away in disgust when you kissed her?” Colt was still unable to hide his grin.

I frowned at him, because I didn’t see his question as relevant. “No,” I muttered.

“Did she cuss you? Show you that she was repulsed by you?”

“No. I don’t see what any of that has to do with anything, Colt. Kat would never try to hurt me or hurt my feelings.”

“So, you’re saying that she kissed you because she felt sorry for you?”

Justin was chuckling when he asked that question, so I didn’t feel the need to answer him.

“I would bet my entire portfolio, better yet your entire portfolio, since it’s so much bigger than Justin’s and mine combined, that Kat loves you.” Colt came over and patted me on the back as though to offer his sympathy, but he still could not hide his amusement.

“I’m glad you guys find this shit so funny. Remind me when your wives run away again so I can ignore your come-help-me calls,” I grumbled.

“Now, Mac, you have to see it from her point of view, man.” Colt sobered enough to stop grinning. “We are supporting you. Just hear me out. Imani says Kat’s pissed and wanted to kick Elizabeth’s ass. I don’t think she gives a rat’s ass about whether your marriage is real or not. I think it’s safe to say that she likes you a damn lot more that you think.”

“Look, we can sit here all night debating this. I simply want to see my family, know that they’re safe and handling the shit that’s going on.” I didn’t know how badly I wanted to see them, hold them until I said it just then. Now that was the only thought that consumed me. “Go home, Colt. I will enter through the tunnels from your parents’ property.”

Colt sighed in resignation. “You’re a stubborn motherfucker, aren’t you?” He sighed again before getting to his feet and heading toward the door. “We meet back here tomorrow morning. I will send rendezvous time to your watches.”

I nodded. The three of us had identical watches, given to us by Imani. No one outside our immediate group knew that the watches converted into an invisible high-tech shield. In addition to the invisibility armor and sophisticated communication device, the shield allowed us to communicate exclusively with each other when we spoke from within the shield. It also gave us infrared vision and the ability to hear sounds and see objects within three miles of us. Basically, it allowed us to image scan any building we were in at the time. We could see and hear anyone or anything coming, while they wouldn’t have a clue that we were there. If the Pentagon ever found out that Imani could create such a thing, neither Colt nor Imani could stop them from taking her. Fuck, she would be an even bigger target than she was now.

“Just remember that a husband’s best weapon is a sneak attack in the dead of night.”

Justin was grinning wickedly, so I didn’t know whether to take him seriously or not.

“No woman, I don’t care how angry, will stay mad if you rev her engines before she’s fully awake to object.” Justin smirked. “Can’t have scruples when you’re down for the count.”

I didn’t know whether the wiseass meant me or Kat.

Colt laughed and nodded in agreement. He left Justin’s house in his car to head home. The soldiers watching Colt’s home would expect him to come home, and we wanted to project the idea that everything was normal there.

Much later that night, I ran the ten miles to the entrance of the tunnel that led into Colt’s safehouse, in my personal shield the entire time. It was clear that Colt hadn’t warned Katia that I was coming because she and the boys were sleeping when I arrived.

I stared at my boys, who were in a separate bedroom, each in a twin bed, sprawled carelessly and snoring lightly. They seemed so helpless and innocent in their sleep. My resolve hardened even more to do everything possible to protect them.

With Justin’s advice in mind, I climbed into the over-sized king bed with Kat moments later after a brief shower. Unfortunately, Kat woke as soon as I pulled her against me. I grimaced in disgust. Neither Justin nor Colt had wives with super-sensory powers. So much for sneak seduction.

“Hey? What are you doing?” Kat asked dozily.

“Holding my wife,” I told her quietly as I held her easily against me. The feel of her body in a silky short nightie that barely covered her generous curves had me heating and sizzling with desire.

“You shouldn’t have come.” She rolled to her stomach, and I followed, draping over her back as she snuggled into her pillow. Although her voice was groggy with sleep, she seemed quite lucid. “There are too many of them out there.”

“I am your super-powered, badass husband. They could bring the entire United States military, and they still wouldn’t be able to contain me.” I smiled at my own arrogance.

“Is this the same super-powered, badass husband who couldn’t stop his girlfriend from spilling his secrets.”

“First of all, she hasn’t been my girlfriend in years. And more importantly, she didn’t know any secrets about me to tell.”

“That’s not the story she presented today.”

“The only woman who knows my secrets is you. And anything Liz said to the contrary is pure bullshit.” I pulled her back against my chest and stomach, spooning her in against me. I wish she were as naked as I was but was content that her little silk nightie wasn’t much of a barrier. I filled my palms with her lush curves as her warm and fragrant body aligned against my hot skin. “Do you really want to talk about a bitter woman when I am more interested in how to get you and the boys to safety?” I rolled her nipples with my fingers, sneakily plucking them into hard peaks.

Kat shivered and snuggled into me. “That doesn’t seem to be your only interest at the moment,” Kat husked out. Her ass was nestled against my lengthening hard cock, so I couldn’t refute her observation. “Are you trying to distract me?”

Maybe Justin had a point. Kat didn’t stay mad long. “Are you complaining?” Yeah, that’s me, hoping like hell she didn’t come to her senses because I wanted her almost to the point of madness.

“I’m not complaining, but I am questioning the suddenness of this.” She turned in my arms and faced me, her head on the pillow next to mine. “Ronin, why are you in this bed with me?”

I could safely admit that my brain short-circuited at that point. To hear my name on her lips, a name no one had uttered out loud in almost eighty years, caused a seismic shift in my psyche. “Lass, I love my name on your lips,” I whispered hoarsely, barely able to get the words out, my accent thickening the words off my tongue. Touching her was suddenly not enough. I had to taste her.

“To everyone outside of us, you’re Mac. To me, when we’re like this, you’re Ronin, and I—”

I covered her lips with mine, sealing my name there. I didn’t need to hear anything else. I kissed her with all the pent-up love and lust I’d secretly felt for her for five long years. God, I had wanted her with this endless infernal heat for so long, I thought that I’d go mad with it. The taste of her instantly sent me into that place of euphoric pleasure, heightened by an intensely potent yearning for more of her.

She moaned softly under me. She returned my kisses and caresses shyly. But I didn’t want that; I wanted bold. I wanted hard and fast. I deepened our kiss, unrelenting in intensity, squeezing her tighter against me, wanting to almost absorb her into me. Feeling her soft skin under my palm, caressing her as I had always dreamed about, I tore the flimsy nightie from her body.

She gasped at the swiftness, the violence of it.

I simply wanted and had to have. My breath stilled in my chest at the sight of her. “You take my breath away.” She had no idea how true that was. I could barely fucking breathe.

Licking her plump lips nervously, she shivered under my hot gaze, staring back up at me shyly but letting me look my fill.

She was so fucking beautiful. Her body was pure visual perfection. Flawless sable skin, curves that would surpass any red-blooded male’s erotic fantasies, ample breasts and a round ass that would overflow in my large palms. God yes, she was perfectly fashioned just for me. My cock was suddenly filled with such aching pressure to sink into her. I deliberately breathed in and out, slow and deep to stop myself from plowing into her like a raging bull. As her sweet essence filled my nostrils, and I pulled her fragrant flesh against my hot skin, her softness sinking into my solid bulk, there were no words. No fucking words and no calming me now. I had to have her.

Rolling her under me, I covered her with my six-six frame. I groaned in euphoric appreciation at the uncivilized sensations bombarding me. Nothing mattered, except having her, possessing her, owning her. No other woman had ever felt so right against me, fitted against my body, molding to my contours so perfectly. I could have wept at how exquisite this moment was and finally having her like this.

I am not a small man, and thank God, she is not a small woman. I am big all over and have never been able to give my entire self to a woman. My size and strength didn’t allow that. However, for the first time, I was with a woman who didn’t require I hide who I am. I didn’t have to worry about breaking her or worry that she couldn’t take all of me. I roamed by hands over every inch of her voluptuous body that cradled, again and again, while kissing her as though I would die if her lips were not fused to mine. I just couldn’t get enough of her. Enough of her taste. Enough of her sweet feminine scent. I didn’t have enough hands to touch her as I wanted.

If I had any doubts on whether I was crushing her or not, her arms around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist and back quickly dispensed with any such concern. She pulled me tighter against her as though she couldn’t bear our separation any more than I could. Her touch was just as bold as mine, exploratory, reverent, telling me without words that she couldn’t stop touching me, caressing me either.

The same red-hot lust that consumed me also consumed her.

The soft skin of her graceful fingers glided over the hard muscles of my biceps, my shoulders, my back, and God when she gripped my cock, I growled deep in my throat in pleasure. She used both hands to hold my girth. It reminded me again that, despite her voluptuous curves and height, she was still incredibly smaller than me. She was so damn soft and feminine. Everything about her was soft, feminine, beautiful. Her fingers on my cock caused a sharp bolt of intense passion to electrify my veins. I was so damn close to exploding, but I didn’t want that yet. I wanted to love her all night. I reached blindly for her hands, pried her fingers from my shaft, and forced her hands over her head, holding her firmly down on the mattress.

I released her lips only when we both desperately needed air. I trailed my lips down her cheek, her ear, her neck, inhaling her sweet scent and becoming even more lusty with the feel of her soft skin on my lips. “I remember our sons nursing at your breasts.” I nuzzled my face between the succulent swells, kissing, licking the firm flesh. My body reacted predictably by tightening and pulsing violently with primitive lust to possess her. “Ahh, lass, you’re so damn sexy.” I kissed her taut flesh, wanting to drown in her. “I couldn’t remain in the same room as you without wanting to have you under me like this,” I confessed hoarsely. Swerving my head, I covered a plump dark nipple with my lips before sucking the swollen peak deep into my mouth.

“Please,” she moaned loudly under me, her voice breaking with emotion as I fed lustily on her aroused tips.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, mo grá.” I was relentless with raw need, greedily swerving from one beaded nipple to the next, sucking and nipping at her with my tongue and teeth. Each lusty cry that I wrung from her only ratcheted up my hunger even more. “For five long years, I’ve wanted.” I sucked her deeper into my mouth.

“Ronin…” Her pleas fed my lust.

I had not intended to consummate our relationship tonight, despite Justin’s teasing. But there was no power on earth that could stop what was happening between us. Loving her like this was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I trailed my lips down her silken skin, along her belly. The skin was smooth and so soft, only marred with a thin scar that made her even more beautiful to me because that scar was her marking of motherhood, marking the gift of my sons. I don’t know why that thought only made me want her more, made her more mine. I lingered there before kissing and caressing my way along her waist, her hips, and then to her dewy delta. I was lost.

She was so much woman. My woman. A sexy goddess that I couldn’t believe was finally mine. The taste of her essence bursting onto my tongue and the feel of her under my fingertips electrified my senses with mind-bending lust and pleasure. “So beautiful.”

“Ronin, please,” she cried out again.

“Keep saying my name like that, mo bhean. I won’t be responsible for—”

“Ronin…”

I didn’t miss the wicked, deliberate challenge in her eyes, and true to my dark promise, I was unapologetically dominant. With a firm hold on her thighs, I held her spread-eagle, open to me as I licked and nipped at her sensitive flesh with ravenous hunger. I sank a finger into her sleek opening.

“Ronin!” That was a loud wail of stunned pleasure.

I barely stopped myself from wailing, too, as I was holding on to my shit by a thread. The feel of her tight walls closing around my finger as she climaxed hard on my digit had me perilously close to the edge of my control. My fingers were thick and long like the rest of me, and to feel her silky passage fit snug around it made me even harder, if that shit was even possible at this point.

I was trembling so hard with voracious hunger that I was barely cognizant enough to feel around blindly in the nightstand next to the bed for a condom that Colt had told me would be there. When my fist closed over several packets from an open box, I could only pray and hope that the damn things fit me because there was no way I was stopping tonight.

Her fingers pulled on my hair until it stung my scalp in her most aggressive overture toward me yet. I gave in to her silent demand for a kiss, only to distract her from my rolling the condom onto my painfully hard cock. But damn, her kiss pulled me under, drugging and addictive, until I had no sense of time and space. I no longer knew what the hell I was doing. I was acting on pure, primitive male instinct to mate as I pressed the hard tip of my cock to her moist center and drove the broad tip into her silky haven.

She stiffened and almost bit my tongue in half in protest as her sex closed tightly around a few inches of my granite length, my invasion straining, throbbing to delve deeper.

I never for one moment anticipated being her first lover, and I could not be! She had a fiancé for Christ’s sake. It wasn’t possible, right? She was so fucking tight, her walls closing around me. I remained perfectly still for a few seconds before grinding a few more inches into her.

She curled her legs around my flank.

The feel of her silky thick thighs around my hips had me losing my shit, and I sank desperately into her tight sheath.

She shrieked loudly.

I wanted to fucking howl and beat my chest. “God, Kat, you feel so damn good.” She felt like pure nirvana. White-hot lust fired my blood at the incredible feel of my thick steel buried so deep in her. I wanted to tell her how tight she was, how fucking tight and wet. I’ve never felt anything like it, anything so exquisitely good. I couldn’t tell her anything further. The feel of her robbed me of speech. All I could do was fucking feel, fight to breathe, and, yeah, groan and grunt. They came from deep in my chest, sounds that I’d never made before in my life.

I fought desperately for control, to try not to pound into her like the raw animal need roaring through my veins were goading me to do. I couldn’t fight instincts borne out of deep undiluted desire. “I’m sorry, mo grá,” I finally wheezed out. “So sorry.” I drove into her mindlessly.

Her eyes were glazed. She was a fevered, quivering female in my arms, gazing up at me with naked, passionate emotion. She wants me, not her fucking saintly Trey. A maelstrom of such intense euphoria hit me all at once. It was as though all my dreams, fantasies, and desires suddenly collided and merged. I loved her so damn much. I just had to turn her wanting into love.

We communicated through our eyes and everywhere our bodies touched. Words were not necessary, as each thrust, now poignant, deep, sent exquisite, electrifying pleasure through our bodies. She trembled with it and moved her hips in sync with mine. Her pussy pulsed and clenched around my cock. The intense pulsing core, deep inside of her, hugged my length jealously. Sucking and closing around my girth as though she would never let me go, welcoming me into her tight molten channel.

With my forearm hooked under her knees and my lips latched onto her taut nipple, I drove into her, hard and deep. Raw liquid fire licked through my veins. The erotic glide of my cock in and out of her heat sent me into a frenzy of feral lust. I powered into her, and she took my power and threw her hips back up at me.

Her throaty, passionate cries only pushed me further into a mindless haze of pure pleasure. She issued raw, explicit demands that made me take her in ways I’d never taken a woman. And it was the hottest, most passionate ride of my life. Her walls tightened around my cock, sleek, silky, and squeezing the fuck out of every veiny hard inch of me. My head felt as though it was about to blow from my body as sensation, cataclysmic sensation, started from my toes, up my legs, my hips, my spine, until every inch of my body was fucking vibrating, and then my mind splintered into a million pieces like shattered glass as I released my hot seed in an explosive climax.

She reduced me to a boneless mass. I melded our lips in gentle, tender passion. I was lost, lost in a world of raw, primal sensation. I had no bones, no muscle in my body. I only barely recalled her throated scream of release at some point during my epic, out-of-body experience.

At some level, I had always known that whenever we made love Kat would affect me deeply because of how much I loved her. However, I never expected her to affect me like this. She had taken the passion I gave and thrown it back at me in equal measure. She had given me all of her, and I loved it.

I looked down at her lethargically posed body and weakly grinned. She looked as wrecked as I felt. And slightly in pain. Shit, I was crushing her with my over two-hundred-and-fifty-pound body. Or was she hurting from what I did to her?

Blue and licorice gazes collided, held. The heat in her gaze seduced me, and the raw emotions sent a ripple of desire through me, swift, sizzling. I was almost drowning in her dark depths again. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” I asked her after rolling off of her onto the bed, not sure I should be at full mast so soon after such an intense release.

“You mean besides having my mind blown?” She looked up at me lazily, teasingly. “It was the single most amazing experience of my life.”

Again, our eyes were saying one thing while we continued a light teasing tone. The chemistry between us was so damn strong, so damn deep, that it was impossible to ignore but was clearly not what either of us was comfortable with. So, I tried to mask what I was feeling with light teasing. I couldn’t hide what had just happened between us though. The evidence of what we had both experienced was etched hauntingly in both our gazes. It had altered both of us, epically. “You pack quite a punch, mo chroí.” I smiled down at her.

“I did nothing. I was here minding my own business, sleeping in my innocent bed, when some freak came and ravished me,” she teased. “What do those words mean?” she mumbled. “You have been saying Irish words to me whenever we make love, and I don’t know what they mean.”

“Some day I will tell you,” I told her softly before rolling from the bed to my feet. I wasn’t surprised that my knees were still weak. I moved slowly to the bathroom to take care of the condom. The tinge of blood on the latex gave me pause. I got a warm cloth to take care of her. Minutes later, once I had cleaned her thoroughly, much to her embarrassment, which made me grin again, I slipped back into bed beside her and pulled her close to me. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t stoked that she had never given herself to Saint Trey.

“That was not the performance of an innocent. You have quite a vocabulary, lass.” I couldn’t help teasing her tenderly. Just thinking about her sultry voice asking me to fuck her harder, and her tight, velvety channel clutching me, had blood flooding my cock again. I suddenly wanted her again with a scorching intensity that stunned me.

“I have no idea what came over me.” She flushed and looked away from me shyly.

I started running my fingers over the curvy feminine flare of her hips. “I have a theory,” I murmured.

“And what theory would that be?” Her question came out in a choked whisper as I palmed her breast.

I reached over to kiss and mumbled against her lips, “I think I can further degrade your vocabulary. It’s all in our moves.” I proceeded to show her my favorite moves, and I was right about her vocabulary. Very hot.

That box of condoms was more than appreciated. I finally let her sleep after taking her for the fourth time, and to my ecstatic astonishment, each time with her was better than the last. Every release was more cataclysmic than the last.

I hugged her close to me and finally fell into an exhausted sensory-overloaded sleep.