Seconds later, his arm sneaks out, snaps around my waist and drags me to him. My chest mashes against his and my lips hover over his without touching. Our breaths mingle as the world around us fades away. There is only the two of us, sitting on a mountainside, a gentle breeze washing over us, binding us together.
We stare at each other, more connected than we've ever been. I don't want this moment to end and I'm suddenly fiercely glad that he planned this overnight trip. He chose this spot on the edge of the cliff. Wildly dangerous and wildly beautiful.
Then our lips meet and our souls merge in a moment of sheer heat and love.
Thirty-Five
Wolfe
When her fingers stop on my eyepatch, hovering over top, I freeze at her touch. I am not a self-conscious man, nor am I particularly vain. I know what I look like. The man with the sort of face that makes women and children cross the road to avoid him. I am at peace with my scarred visage, yet I despise the idea of Skye seeing me at my worst. Seeing my vulnerability.
She peels the eyepatch back and stares at me, her face unreadable. I’m tempted to shove her away and replace the eyepatch, but when she says nothing I begin to relax. I know that it’s not a pleasant sight, but her face reveals nothing. No compassion, no pity, no disgust.
She grips my face and touches her lips to mine. Any concerns I have are gone as my cock grows hard and the blood pounds in my veins. All she has to do is look at me and I want to throw her up against the nearest wall and take her with the savage energy I feel every time she’s near.
I didn't bring her up this mountain to fuck her. I wanted to show her our empire, every tree, rock and building that will belong to us in this alliance we have created. But with one touch, one glance, she has me. All I can think about is tearing her clothes away and shoving my cock so far inside her that she'll never be the same again.
I grip her hard around the waist, pull her into my body and kiss her back. Her lips open beneath mine giving me access to the perfect, erotic recesses of her mouth. Fuck, that mouth.
I take a fistful of her hair and pull her back a few inches, staring down at her, my empty eye still on display. She doesn't flinch, she doesn't move. Her breathes comes out in quick little rushes, sending a heated trail across my cheek as I look back at her.
"I'm going to fuck you."
A slow smile spreads across her lips. "I thought you'd never ask."
She jerks in my arms, trying to press her lips against mine once more, but I continue to hold her in place, my fingers wrapped in her silky hair. I want this control. I need this control. Every part of my life is planned, right down to the last detail. Eliminates surprises.
If anyone is going to convince me to take a chance, it'll be this woman. But not right now. I need to control her, show my future Warlord that she belongs to me, heart, body, and soul. Despite being such a powerful woman, she belongs to me completely.
"Not asking," I growl, leaning into her, my lips brushing her ear.
She shivers beneath my hands. "Then get on with it."
Her challenge spurs me to action. Instead of pressing my lips to hers though, as she expects, I drag her back by the hair, throwing her down on the bedding. She lets out a squeak and I can see that she has to visibly hold herself back from attacking me. The warrior in her strong and always on the edge.
I yank at the laces on her pants, dragging the leather down her hips and revealing her long smooth legs. Her pants stop at her boots, too big and heavy for me to get the leather off. I pull her feet up one leg at a time untying the laces on her boots, my gaze never leaving hers.
Her eyes tell me everything I need to know. She wants me and she wants it rough. Her eyes burn with need, the stormy grey deepening to cobalt as her pupils dilate.
I yank the boots from her feet and toss them over my shoulder. Her pants are next. She lifts her arms to help me as I grip the hem of her shirt and drag it over her head, leaving her naked and sprawled out on the bedding.
Her hair is a beautiful dark halo above her head, shining a deep red in the light of the dying sun. She is more lovely in this moment than I have ever seen her. Perhaps it’s because we’ve already known each other in a physical sense that her appeal now has more hold on me than ever.
She sits up and flings her arms around my shoulders, climbing into my lap and pressing her bare knees against my sides, gripping me with an impressive strength that has my cock straining so hard against my pants that I’m sure I’ll burst the seams.
I hold her up by the ass, plastering her naked body against me, enjoying every contour as she writhes on top of me. She is both soft and hard where there’s muscle but also womanly curves. I devour her lips in a ruthless kiss that she not only accepts but gives back in equal measure. She bites down on my lip so hard that I feel a streak of pain.
I dig my fingers into the rounded globes of her ass, sliding them down the crack, touching her tiny asshole and then moving my fingers further, gliding them through the wet folds of her vagina.
I’m dizzy with need, all of the blood rushing from my head to my groin. I stroke my fingers through her pussy a few times until she’s moaning into my mouth, her sharp teeth biting down on my lip. I doubt that she’s aware of what she's doing.
She flings her head back and lets out a little shriek, shattering in my arms as she comes just from the touch of my fingers gliding gently across her wet pussy, flicking the hardened nub of her clit.
As she melts in my arms, I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her backwards off my lap. She flails and then catches herself, but before she has time to settle, I flip her over onto her hands and knees. She lets out a yelp, but then thrusts her hips back into mine, silently begging for my cock.
I quickly take my clothes off and fling them behind me, aiming for the pile of her clothes, but not really caring where they land. They can go over the cliff for all I care. Now I’m as naked as she is.
I grip her waist, dragging her back against me and impaling her on my cock, letting out a ferocious growl as the tight clasp of her pussy sinks onto me. She shrieks as she’s forced to take more cock than her tight pussy is used to. Her passage pulses around me, alternately easing its grip and then clinging. She wiggles her ass against my hips and I grip her hard, digging my fingers into her soft flesh.
"If you don't stop moving this’ll be over in seconds," I grunt.
She flings her head back to look at me, her hair flying in an arc, a mischievous grin playing around her lips. "That's a you problem, Warlord."
She's going to have to pay for that remark.
I lean back far enough to slap her ass, bringing my hand down hard against her flesh. It bounces and a satisfying red mark in the shape of my fingerprints is left behind. She lets out a shriek and lunges forward toward the edge of the cliff, but I wrap an arm around her waist and hold her still.
"Motherfucker, that fucking hurt!"
I grip her hair in my fist and drag her head back, placing my lips against her ear. "Got any more smart-ass comments for me?"
She stays silent for a few seconds and I think maybe she's learned her lesson, then she answers, "Is this going to take all night? I really do need to get some rest."
I throw my head back and laugh, my second carefree laugh of the evening. It startles her, but then she quickly joins in. Hell, the laughter has startled me as well. This right here is why I love her. Even when she's helpless beneath me, impaled on my cock and about to take more, she still manages to give attitude. I hope she never loses it.