Eagle

I roll in an hour later than I intended to. I wanted to give Serafina some time to get comfortable. No matter how confident she comes off, I can tell she’s freaking out inside, unsure what do with me. Not only that, I wanted her to miss me a little bit. I had some fencing to mend on the far west corner of the property and it seemed like a good time to do it.

In need of a shower and Serafina’s kissable lips, I trudge inside. I open the front door and am greeted by candlelight and loud music—Led Zeppelin.

The blinds are closed, blocking out what little sunlight is left in the day. It’s well past eight. I scan the dimly lit space for her, hoping she’s close. “Serafina?”

She doesn’t answer. I check the bathroom first. No luck. Then I look in the bedroom. She’s standing near the bed, wearing a black lace bra and panties. She’s incredibly beautiful. There’s a single candle burning on the dresser across the room. It sheds enough light for me to see the finer details of her face and body. The body that’s been in my dreams every night since Lazaro’s bachelor party. The face that could ruin a man if he fell in love with her.

“You’re back,” she whispers.

“I had to mend some fences. We’re trying to keep the wild pigs out of the wetlands.”

I take a step and she doesn’t move.

“I hope you don’t mind me raiding your cabinets. I found dozens of candles.”

She can do whatever the fuck she wants as long as she keeps wearing lace for me.

“And the music . . .”

I take another step.

“Is Led Zeppelin okay?”

She’s the only thing I can see or hear.

“I also raided the bar.” She points to a bottle and two glasses on the nightstand. “Whiskey.”

I don’t need alcohol; I just want to drink her. Suck on those hard nipples and stick my fingers in her tight pussy, which I bet is wet for me. Soaking, fucking wet.

“How long have you been waiting for me, Serafina?”

“In here, you mean?”

“Sure.” We’re a foot apart now.

“An hour or so.”

My gaze slides up and down her body. The gemstone in her belly button ring glimmers in the candlelight. My eyes instantly search for the studs in her nipples. I like body piercings, especially on her. I find what I want to see. “Take off your bra.”

She does.

I suck in a ragged breath. That body deserves to be worshipped. I want to savor every inch of her, starting with her breasts.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

Need ignites inside me, deep and dark, occupying places long dead. Being this close to her, knowing I can have her, changes everything. She’s more than just a piece of ass. I know that after spending the day with her. She’s beautiful and funny, easy to talk to, and wants me as much as I want her. We gaze at each other.

The animalistic side of me surfaces and I grip her hips, then spin her around without saying a word. I whip her long hair to the side, laying siege to the back of her slim neck.

She squirms in my hands as I bite and lick my way downward, across her right shoulder and back. The faint sent of soap and lotion teases me. I love the way she tastes. My left hand slides down her back, landing in the one spot I long to touch the most. I follow the crevice of her ass until I feel the wetness between her legs through her lace panties. She’s so warm, so willing, so fucking hot. I groan her name, knowing I’m about to lose it.

“Serafina,” I say again.

“Eagle?” She tries to turn around, but I hold her in place.

“Not yet.” Not until I give her permission, not until I’m sure I can hold it together.

Those panties need to go. I lower them down her thighs midway, then kneel behind her, my face level with her ass. I caress her smooth, firm cheeks, admiring her curves. I like some flesh here, something to hold onto to. And Serafina doesn’t disappoint. When I kiss the spot right above her ass, she exhales loudly. I do it again. She responds the same way.

I reach up and fist my hand in her long hair and force her head back—getting off on a little domination. She arches her back, offering herself to me. Body language says it all and I react accordingly. Tugging her panties down all the way, I circle my arms around her legs and plaster her to my face, shoving my tongue between her folds, tasting that sweet pussy from behind.

We both stiffen and moan from the shock wave of pleasure. From the moment I saw her standing next to Lazaro’s swimming pool, I wanted to fuck her. Taste her. Possess her for however long I could. My tongue explores farther, finding her swollen clit. She spreads her legs wider, quivering.

I pull back then, admiring her hourglass figure and the way her hair reaches the small of her back. I love curly hair, especially on an Italian goddess. There’s no denying my attraction to fiery-tempered women. This one is exceptional.

I twirl her around, still on my knees. She looks down at me, her eyes dreamy and half closed.

“What are you going to do with me, Eagle?”

Do with you? More like, do to you. I bury my face in her pussy, my tongue and fingers eliciting a scream. Turned on and responsive, she’s as wet as I’d hoped. Slowly, I push her toward the bed. I follow on my knees, not wanting to lose a second between her lush legs.

“Eagle,” her voice is full of need.

I’m lost in her, hearing my name but not paying attention.

“Eagle,” she says more urgently.

I gaze up at her.

“I don’t think I can stay on my feet.”

I stand then. We’re at the foot of the bed. “Lay down on the edge of the mattress, Serafina. Spread those beautiful legs for me.”

I let her do her thing, drooling as she rushes to do my bidding. I can tell she’s anxious. She lies back on the bed and I hover above. Damn, she has a sweet face. I dip down and claim her mouth, our tongues swirling together in a mad dance. She tastes like whiskey and me. We’re so close—so fucking close to making this happen. Our kiss deepens as I snake my hand down her body. My thumb finds her clit and I work it hard, circling one way, then the other. She rocks against my hand, pumping her hips seductively. I swallow her cries, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

There’s an undeniable innocence about her and it turns me on more than anything. How many guys has she been with? One? Two? Fuck . . . She breaks our kiss and throws her head back, mumbling something I don’t understand, her pussy throbbing against my hand.

The rush of satisfaction washes over me. I made this beauty come with my thumb. Wait until my cock is buried eight inches deep.

Standing up, I watch her closely as I shuck my cut and T-shirt, dropping them on the floor and sliding them aside with my boot. Her eyes are shut, her perfect nipples hard and ready to be sucked.

Just as I’m about to kick my boots off, her eyes pop open. “T-that was incredible.”

“That was just the beginning, baby.”

“I need a drink.”

Not opposed to the idea, I nod. She slowly moves off the bed and walks over to the table, uninhibited in her nakedness. That’s the benefit of a dancer—their bodies are like works of art meant to be seen.

She shakily pours two glasses of whiskey, then returns to the bedside and offers me a drink. I take the glass and tap it against hers, consuming the whiskey in one swallow. She’s less greedy than I am, taking her time.

I’m like a goddamned cobra ready to strike. “Get another drink, sweetheart, you need it.”

She collects my glass, too, and returns to the table. I finish undressing, and when she turns around, my erection is waiting to meet her. Her eyes widen with curiosity and she looks at me like she’s never seen a dick before.

She shoves the almost-full glass at me.

“Trying to get me drunk?” I ask, taking it.

“Do I need to?” She’s still staring at my cock.

“I’m already high. On you.”

We both polish off the liquor and this time I set our glasses on the floor, not letting her get more than a couple inches away from me.

The tension in the air is palpable as our gazes lock again.

“What about protection?” she whispers.

I hold up a foil wrapper. “Taken care of.”

She nods in appreciation, licking her lips. “This is . . .”

I don’t want to know. I just want to feel her. Without thinking, I’m on her, pulling her onto the bed. I straddle her hips, lifting and squeezing her generous tits together. I lick one nipple, then the other, catching her piercing between my teeth. I tug and she hisses at the pain, but her face says it all—she likes it. I do it again, pinching her other nipple at the same time.

She arches underneath me, her eyes closed and lips parted. Her fingernails dig into my arms.

She’s so soft and sweet. Everywhere I look, everywhere I touch, it’s the same. I can’t get enough. Moving upward, I capture her mouth again, taking another taste. She curls her fingers in my hair, dragging her fingernails down the back of my skull.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”

She opens for me and I rock back on my heels, breathing in everything Serafina. I move down her body then, so I have an unobstructed view of her pussy. I can smell her excitement. Her taste is still in my mouth. I trace the shape of her lips. My fingers are saturated and I can’t help myself. Way too many thoughts race through my mind as I tuck two fingers inside her. I slowly slide them in and out and she grinds against my wrist.

Remembering the wild little badass I encountered at Lazaro’s house gets me hotter. I reach for the condom wrapper I dropped on the mattress. Still stroking her pussy, I use my teeth to rip the foil open. She gazes down at me and smiles. I know what she wants. My thumb rolls over her swollen clit and she moans. I do it again and her ass comes off the bed. Oversensitivity means she’s ready to go.

I roll the condom over my cock and then stretch over her, lifting her arms above her head.

There’s a burning need inside me to put my demons to rest, to forget my painful past. The beautiful face I’m staring at could be the catalyst to jump start my life again. She’s everything a man could want. But I’m not a typical man.

I move my hips, positioning myself at her opening. She tries to break free from my grip, but I hold on tight and kiss her. Our tongues swirl together as I rock into her. She’s so slick and too fucking tight. I stop moving, circling my hips so she can get used to me inside her, even though I only made it in a couple inches.

She squirms underneath me and I release her hands. Framing my face with her palms, she pulls me down and kisses me—igniting my heart. Goddamnit, it’s been too long since I’ve kissed like this—with meaning behind it. Yeah, this is lust-driven, but there’s something powerful behind her green eyes. Depth I’m not used to. There’s also an emptiness that reflects my own hollowed-out soul.

We match, that’s what I told her on more than one occasion. I thrust deeper, making it in another couple of inches. She cries out and I look down at her.

“Okay?” I ask, not wanting to rush it or hurt her.

“Yeah.”

Her muscles are so fucking tight. She needs to relax. “Wrap your left leg around my waist,” I tell her.

She does, making it easier to penetrate her the rest of the way. Once I’m buried inside her, I start to move again, very slow at first. Surprisingly, she hooks her other leg around me and locks her ankles behind my back. Fuck it. Game on.

I lean in and bite her lower lip as I hammer deep and hard.

“Eagle . . .”

Vise grip. That’s all I can think about. Then my balls start to tingle and tighten. I’m losing it like a lousy teenage fuck would. Gritting my teeth and closing my eyes, I try to concentrate on the rhythm, on the unspoken pleasure I’m giving her.

“Eagle,” she calls my name. “I-I’m coming again.”

I stop abruptly and open my eyes, desperate to watch her unravel. If there was a Richter scale for orgasms, pretty sure Serafina would register as a nine point nine.

Serafina

Twice already. That’s how many times Eagle has made me come without even having to try. I hang on for dear life as my insides pulse uncontrollably. The man I love is buried inside me, and I can’t find the words to describe how it feels. He’s perfect—so thick and hard. It hurt at first and I couldn’t get my body to cooperate. But then.

I didn’t know my body could make so much lubrication, but I’m ridiculously wet. He slides in and out with no problem, kissing and licking my lips, his hands squeezing my breasts.

My heart is full for the first time in six years. I fight the tears. I resist the urge to speak three simple words, I love you. Words we never shied away from when it was Eagle and Angel. But now we’re Eagle and Serafina, practically strangers. Yet not really. I know the truth. I feel the pressure of a building storm in my chest—the emotions I can’t hide in my eyes.

Eagle probably thinks it’s lust.

Good. It will make it that much easier for him to forget me when I walk away in the morning and don’t look back. I’m the one who has to live with the bittersweet memory. This is where my two identities intersect. Angel and Serafina were virgins—promised to the same man—both in love with Eagle. Now I’m not. Now I know what it feels like to be baptized by his passion, what it feels like to have him inside me.

He’s relentless and slams into me gain. I grunt and sigh, clinging to his strong arms.

“Serafina?”

I gaze at him.

“I want to turn you over.”

I lie flat on my stomach, my legs spread, vulnerable and in need of more of him. I can feel him crawl between my legs and his skilled fingers invade my core.

“Do you want this, baby?”

Oh, God, if he only knew the extent of my need. How deep it runs. What I’m willing to do to keep him—in my dreams. “Yes,” I whisper, once again on fire and overcome by unspoken emotions.

When he leans over and drags me up on my knees, I can feel his rock-hard cock against my back. I’m so ready. Eagle always had a thing for my ass and doggie style. He’d tease me relentlessly about what he’d do to me one day. That day has arrived and I feel helpless as I grab fistfuls of the sheet and prepare for his invasion.

He spreads my ass cheeks and blows on me. His warm breath makes my skin tingle with pleasure—I swear my toes curl. Am I ready for him?

Eagle fills me instantly. The pain and pleasure of it is so intense I scream. Is this what a stuffed goose feels like? Filled and stretched? He grips my hips and the sweet torture begins. He slams into me over and over again, our flesh slapping together. The biggest surprise is how my body responds. The natural inclination to move with him. I’ve never done this before, never been touched and kissed like this. Never been fucked. But in my inexperienced mind that’s what I’m doing to Eagle, screwing him, too.

The friction is a constant reminder of who’s really in control, that in the moment I belong to Eagle. That’s how bikers think, in caveman terms. But so do their women. Mine, I think as he reaches around and cups my breast. Mine, as he rakes his fingernails down the center of my back. Mine, as he hammers into me and growls like an animal. Mine, as he finally screams my name and empties himself inside me, my own orgasm ripping through me.

We’re both out of breath and panting. Neither one of us moves. It feels like I just ran a marathon and my body is rebelling. My pussy is sore, my legs are weak and quivering, and there’s tears in my eyes I can’t let him see.

Finally, he pulls out of me. I hear him mumble something and pad across the room. I turn just in time to see him dispose of the condom in the trashcan by the door. What shocks me is that his cock is still erect. I can’t help but want him again. This is so new and all-consuming. I roll onto my side and curl up.

He stares at me for a long moment, the candlelight giving him an ominous look. “It’s not enough,” he whispers.

“What?”

“I want to fuck you again. Now.”

“Can you really do that?” I lift my head and look at him like he’s some freak of nature.

“Not typically,” he says. “Not usually this quick.”

It confirms what I thought before. We match because we were always meant to be together. Eagle and Angel.

“You’re a goddamned addiction,” he says as he comes at me. “And I’m not finished yet.” He launches himself at me and I barely roll over in time as he captures my wrists and lifts my hands above my head.

He forces my legs apart with his knee and before I can say anything, he drives into me with one powerful stroke. I don’t care about using a condom. I know this man. I love him. I want to be skin-to-skin, no barriers.

“Fuck,” he groans.

I roll my hips, matching his frantic thrusts. Dear God, save me from myself. Please . . .