25-Crow
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His whole body tensed, and drawing another deep breath, I took the last step, bringing my body flush against his. No sooner had I settled against him than he shuddered. With a swift move, he turned, thrusting me against the edge of the pool, as his mouth fused with mine. As a moan slid from between my lips, he slid his tongue in, hot and demanding.
Heat flooded through me at feeling his body tremble with his own need. Slowly, pulling away, he peered down into my eyes. “I want you. You don’t know how goddamn badly, but—”
Deliberately silencing his words, I pulled him back against me. The hardness of his c**k nestled in the junction between my thighs, slowly sliding back and forth between my folds.
Suddenly, he pushed me away, as breathing harsh as he swam to the edge of the pool.
Climbing out, he snarled, “Christ, Oceano!”
Afterward, grabbing his towel he began drying off, the tension in his body obvious. "You need to understand the kind of man I am," he said, his eyes dark with something I didn't quite comprehend.
"I'm not a saint," he continued, his voice gruff. "I've done things, seen things...."
But his words only served to fuel my desire. "I know who you are," I replied, the water droplets on my skin glittering like diamonds in the moonlight.
His gaze grew stormy. "You don't know s**t," he snapped, turning his back to me.
Ignoring the sting of his words, I stepped out of the pool, standing unashamedly naked. "Maybe not," I said. "But I know I want you."
He whirled around, his eyes searching my face. "Why?" he ground out, his voice thick with frustration. "Why do you want me?"
I stepped closer. "Because you're the kind of man who is willing to protect me. The kind of man who knows who I am."
He stared at me, his gaze raking over my naked form. "And that makes a difference to you?" he challenged.
"Yes. And I know what I want," I murmured, closing the distance between us. "And right now, I want you to show me how much you want me."
With a groan that was almost animalistic, Crow closed the space between us and claimed my mouth again, his hands roaming over my wet, slippery skin.
This time, there was no gentle exploration, no hesitation; his need matched my own, a ravenous hunger that could no longer be denied.
Our kiss grew more frantic, his hands tangling in my hair as he pushed me back onto a lounger. The soft cushions molded to my body as he hovered over me, his eyes never leaving mine as he slid his fingers into my wetness. I gasped at the sensation, my hips arching to meet his touch.
"Tell me to stop," he rasped, his fingers working a sweet, insistent rhythm. "Tell me now if you don't want this."
But I was beyond words, beyond thought. All I could do was shake my head, my breath coming in pants. "No," I whispered. "I want you, Crow."
With a feral growl, he positioned himself at my entrance, and with one swift, powerful thrust, he filled me.
The sensations he was evoking within me were overwhelming---a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. Waves of pleasure crashed through my body; a dance of ecstasy.
I dug my nails into his back, my hips matching the tempo of his thrusts as the pressure of his swollen c**k grew, creating a coiling tightening in my core until I could no longer hold back the scream of pleasure that tore from my throat.
Crow's eyes locked with mine as his own release followed, as thrusting deeply within me, he buried himself inside me, his c**k pulsing out his pleasure.
But as the passion faded, something in his gaze shifted; a moment of doubt, of anger, of... something I couldn't quite pinpoint that flickered within the depths of his eyes.
Then, voice a loan groan, he hissed, "What the f**k have I done?"
At his words, I stiffened beneath him, the warmth of our intimacy suddenly lost to the the regret in his voice. "What do you mean?" I whispered.
"This... us," he growled, pushing himself off me and standing abruptly. His movements were jerky, agitated. "This isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I planned."
Panic flooded me as he turned away, reaching for his clothes. I scrambled off the lounger, my legs unsteady, and made a dash for the house, tears stinging my eyes; his words were like knives, cutting and slicing through what remained of my orgasmic high.
Slipping inside, I left the door wide open behind me, the marble floor beneath my feet almost as cold as the chill that enveloped me. Stumbling through the house, I desperately wanted to escape the pain of his rejection.
After climbing the stairs, I ran to my room, collapsing onto the bed, I curved my face into the pillow, my breath heaving from trying to hold back tears.
The scent of chlorine and arousal clung to me like a second skin, a cruel reminder of what we had shared and what I had lost in that single, devastating moment of a bad decision.
As the door to the bedroom suddenly crashed open, I flipped around, staring at Crow as he stood in the doorway, his eyes wild and his chest heaving. "Never run from me," he growled, his fists clenching at his sides. "You wanted what happened between us! Remember?"
"I-I didn't know it would make you hate me," I managed to get out between teary gasps.
With a slow shake of his head, Crow took a step closer, the rage in his eyes softening slightly. "You're wrong. I don't hate you, Oceano," he murmured, his voice low. "However, I do hate what this means. What it changes. What it does to us."
His words crushed me beneath their weight, sitting heavily on my chest. "I don't understand. What does it change? I thought you wanted me as badly as I wanted you" I cried, my voice trembling.
"It changes everything," he answered, his tone sending a shiver down my spine. "And now... now you're going to pay the price for it."
Closing the gap between us, he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. Thought his grip was firm, it wasn't painful, as he whispered, "You're mine, now, Ocean. Fully and completely." His voice was full of dark desire.
His naked body glistened with water droplets in the moonlight filtering through the windows, and I couldn't help but stare at him as I breathed, "What are you talking about?"
"You became mine the minute I sunk my d**k in you," he said, his gaze intense, heated. "And I will never allow you to go back to your old life."
I struggled against his hold, fear and confusion warring within me. "Let me go, Crow," I demanded, my voice shaking.
He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Are you listening to me, Ocean? You opened the door, and invited yourself into my Hell."
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