GRAY WAS OVERCOME with the desire to possess her, to claim her as his very own. He’d never understood this powerful emotion until now. He’d never wanted anyone like he wanted her.
He grabbed Stormy’s hips and pressed their naked bodies together, finding the moist heat between her legs and brushing his hard cock against her. Her soft gasp sounded loud in the quiet room.
Gray looked down at the arousal in her flushed face, then kissed her, lowering his mouth to kiss her neck, then to the tops of her breasts, tracing the mounds with his tongue.
Her fingers threaded into his hair and her back arched slightly as he took one dark, erect nipple into his mouth. A purr slipped from her lips as her nails nicked his scalp and she bucked her hips wildly. He loved how she responded to him, uninhabited and carefree. He wasn’t sure he could get enough of her because he’d barely started and here he was, wanting to devour her.
Gray suckled the hard bead until her hips gyrated in silent request.
“You’re beautiful, Stormy. The name is so fitting,” he said against her skin.
He drew the other nipple into his mouth, latching on firmly, testing how hard she liked it. He wanted to pleasure her, take her in ways she’d never known before. Brand her body with touch.
“I need you inside me,” she said eagerly.
Quickly, he pulled back and pushed the sheet down her body, taking in long shapely legs, and the groomed patch of dark hair at the junction. He knelt at the bottom of the bed and lifted her foot. She had pretty feet and her toenails were painted a bright pink. He kissed the top of each toe and licked the slender curve of her delicate ankle, hearing the heavy pants of her breathing and the ripping sound of her nails on the sheet.
Following the smooth skin of her legs with his palms, he settled between them, the scent of her desire swirled around his nostrils. He’d never smelled anything more pleasurable—so intoxicating. He instantly grew larger and tighter and his body ached to take her fast and hard. She wouldn’t complain because he could smell her arousal, but he wanted to know all of her, have her come on his lips. Learn her body.
“Turn over, baby,” he commanded. “Turn over for me.”
Without hesitation she rolled over and he positioned himself behind her, looking down at the slender line of her arched back. He kissed his way down her spine until he reached the indentation of her waist and the bountiful curve of her bottom. He kissed each firm mound, nibbling the tight skin until she shivered and her moans were deeper.
He gently tossed her back onto the bed. She was beautiful with her hair spread out over the pillow, her face flushed, her lips quivering, and a pink tinge to her tantalizing body. To know he’d have her soon, to caress the inside of her, made his plans painstakingly impossible…almost. He was a man who could take a lot, and this was important, to make her feel pleasure.
Dipping his fingers into her soft nest of crisp hair, he opened her slightly, seeing her slick with dew. Had he ever brought a woman to such desire? He didn’t care. Never would again.
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful body. You’re so ready for me.” He teased her clit, rolling his finger around the flesh, then swept his finger lower through the moist cleft. “So good. So sweet.”
Her hips came up high and she spread her legs. “Please, touch me here,” she begged.
He smiled and slipped a finger inside her. Her body trembled. “Do you want two fingers?”
“Yes! Please! Yes! But hurry. I want you inside of me.”
Imagining himself deep in her channel, her body wrapped around him as he moved, almost sent him over the invisible edge. A drop of cum appeared on the tip of his cock, warning him that once he was inside, he wouldn’t last long.
Lowering himself, he settled between her legs and exchanged his fingers for his mouth, making love to her with his tongue. She responded with sweet, gentle purrs of delight as he swept his tongue along her treasure. He kissed, suckled, and nibbled until he felt her tighten around his fingers and her orgasm dripped onto his knuckles. While she was still in the throes of release, he shifted above her, grabbed his shaft and lowered himself. He slid the tip of his cock inside her and she bucked her hips, driving him deeper and he sucked in a breath, bringing out all his control. She was tight, wet, and so inviting. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside of her, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
“Don’t move,” he whispered.
“But that’s the point,” she teased.
“You’re killing me,” he said on a pant.
She laughed and it vibrated his balls.
He started moving, driving himself deep and she brought her knees up high on his sides. He lowered himself, pressing their naked bodies together. He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent. Each thrust was better than the last and the pressure to burst was building until each stroke felt like a rubber band being pulled tighter and tighter. He would explode soon, but he wanted her to go first.
He pulled out and she moaned in displeasure. “Sorry, sweetheart. Get on your knees for me.” He watched her roll over onto her knees and prop herself up, her firm, heart-shaped ass in his face. The delicate arch of her back and her swollen pink sex almost was his undoing.
Like a wild beast mounting its mate, he entered her in one fell slide of his cock and she cried out in pleasure. While he rode her with a primal, wild need, he kneaded her breasts and tweaked her thick nipples. He continued to pump inside her, thrusting deep and pulling out to his tip, only to drive inside again.
Dipping his hand lower, he teased her clit, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingered and tapping the blossom gently. Soon he felt her body clench around his shaft and he knew she was coming. Each spasm of her orgasm drew him into her sweet body and he slowed his moves, gliding in and out of her wet folds.
In one final thrust, he felt his body tip over the invisible precipice and he moaned, filling her with his seed. It wasn’t until then he’d completely forgotten about using a condom. He’d never been with a woman before without using protection. Stormy wasn’t just any woman though. She was amazing. Exciting. Beautiful, of course.
He bent over her, clinging to her while each tremor left their bodies.
Finally, he pulled himself out and laid down on the bed, dragging her down against him. He held her close, basking in the after-pleasure of an amazing orgasm. Every touch, sensation, every feeling that had rocked them was perfect. They were meant to be together, no matter what mountain they had to climb to get there.
*
“Let me go, you bastard!”
Phantom dragged over the chair to sit in front of the four-by-four cage and grinned as the blonde pummeled and shook the iron bars. “You’re wasting your energy, Colette.”
“Fuck you!”
“No, my dear. You’re the one who is fucked.” He laughed.
“You and your goon won’t get away with this.”
“I already have. By the time you’re found, you’ll be a rotten carcass that a crow wouldn’t even bother touching.”
She spat in his face and he swiped the wetness off with the back of his hand. “Rani, leave us alone,” Phantom said to the man standing in the doorway. “In fact, you’ve been cooped up in here for a while so why don’t you take a break. Go grab a meatball sub and a beer, then check on the C4. Make sure our guy has it ready.”
“Yes, sir.”
Once the man’s footprints faded up the stairs, Phantom leaned forward, holding her gaze. “Push me, bitch, and I’ll brand my initials in your flesh.”
“My sister is looking for me. She’ll know something is wrong!”
He smoothed his fingers down his jaw. “Oh, but you’re wrong, my dear. She’s preoccupied. How sad that you’re so easily forgotten.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“You didn’t really think I could let you go once you found out who I was, did you?”
“You better not touch one hair on my sister’s head!” Although she was caged, she still had a feistiness about her that Phantom liked—admired. Maybe if her sister had been feistier, he would have been more attracted to her. Yet, she had been a rung on the ladder of a bigger plan. She’d fallen into his lap, literally. It had been like taking milk from a kitten. His plan was coming full circle, he could feel it. Gray Carlisle would have the innocent blood of thousands on his hands by the time Phantom was finished—all because he followed his dick and not his brain.
“Do you really think she’s who I’m after?” He snorted. “She’s nothing. Just some woman who is afraid of her own shadow. However, she will lead to me to the one I want.” He laughed and it echoed off the bare, dilapidated walls. “It’s something that I know her so well and I never really tried hard. She was a pathetic woman who would have fallen for any man who showed her a little attention.”
“You were using my sister all along? You piece of shit. I hope you rot in your own piss. You won’t get away with this. I assure you. Someone will find me.”
“You’re here, aren’t you? I did get away with it.” He stood and kicked the chair to the side. “And soon, you’ll find out why you shouldn’t have snooped into my business. Soon everyone will remember me.”