The Scars That Define Us (The Devil's Dust #2)(40)

“Ouch!” she yells, turning toward me.

“Gun or no gun, you don’t roll your eyes at me,” I reply.

I place myself behind her and help her hold the gun again.

“Steady your breathing, and when you’re ready to pull the trigger release on an exhale,” I whisper in her ear.

I feel her body inhale as she studies the target, and with a loud bang she releases her breath.

“Did I hit it?” she asks.

I squint my eyes and look out at the target. “I can’t tell. Shoot a couple more times and we’ll go look,” I tell her, standing back.

She places her feet like I told her, grips the gun like a pro, squints her eye and begins shooting.

“Holy Hell,” I say to myself.

“What?” she asks, not taking her eyes off the target to look at me.

“The sight before me would make a nun weep,” I respond honestly.

Her mouth turns into a smirk as she aims. Like she’s been doing it her whole life, she shoots till the clip is empty. My ears ring from the loud bangs, but damn if I wouldn’t reload that clip in a heartbeat to watch her shoot again. She turns toward me and smiles, knocking me from my thoughts.

“Let’s go see how you did,” I say, walking out into the field.

“Wow,” I whisper, looking at the target. She only missed the bull’s eye once. I have never seen a woman shoot so well.

“God, you’re f*cking incredible,” I whisper, astonished by the woman before me.

Not being able to withhold my urges anymore, I grab the gun from her and toss it on the ground beside us, watching as her body swells with acknowledgment of my desire for her. I grab her by the waist and push us to the ground.

She shoves her hands into my hair and locks them tightly. Man, I missed her hands in my hair; I missed her, period. My lips kiss her neck, pecking, nipping and sucking; her taste is a drug, a curse, my weakness. Her nails dig in my back as she rocks her hips into me. I pull the ties from her hair, releasing her pigtails; I want to feel her silky hair in my hands. She moans as our lips caress each other, our tongues reclaiming what was once theirs.

“Take me, Shadow,” she orders.

“Do you trust me, Dani?” I whisper against her lips. I need to know she trusts I will protect her at all costs, I won’t make that same mistake again.

She pulls back and looks at me, her green eyes tormenting me with her hesitation.

“I do,” she replies softly, her green eyes heavy with desire.

I grab her by the hips and unbutton her shorts, pushing them and her panties to her ankles, our actions hurried with anticipation. I wanted to go slower and take my time when I took Dani, but having her beneath me I can’t help the urge to be inside her. She pushes my jeans and briefs down in a rush. I kick my boots off and pull my jeans the rest of the way free, my eyes never leaving her gorgeous body. She pulls her panties and shorts tangled around her ankles off, and like a fire needing the heat, her body smashes into mine, her lips kissing me everywhere they land. She grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up and I lift my arms, helping her take it off. I grasp her shirt roughly and pull it off her not so gently, not being able to wait any longer. I lay a hand on her back and gently lay her back on the grass as she spreads her legs, inviting me in. Without a second thought, I plunge my more-than-ready cock deep inside her. She arches her back and moans loudly with pleasure, our bodies finally connecting, giving us a high we have both longed for. My head falls back at the wet warmth, which surrounds my hardness. I’ve missed her. I’ve missed this. No woman could ever compare to Dani; she is it for me.

I begin to thrust myself into her slowly, wanting to savor everything she has to offer. I sit up and place my hands on her knees, looking down at the girl who has me changing in ways I don’t even understand. I’ve never understood forgiveness, never cared if someone trusted me, never needed to, until her.

Her green eyes open with lust and they’re captivating, reminding me why I fell for her in the first place.

I lower myself down, place my forearms beside her head, and begin kissing her. She drags her nails across my back as she deepens the kiss, her tongue gliding against mine.

“I’ve missed you, Shadow,” she whispers into my mouth.

Feeling my balls tightening from the pleasure, I pick up the pace, lowering my hand and grabbing the back of her thigh, pulling her onto me more. I go from slow to urgent, slamming into her, her perky breasts bouncing out of her black bra from the urgent thrusts. She arches her back and starts moaning, the walls of her * clenching my cock. Her mouth opens, and closes as she gasps for air when the peak of her orgasm begins to surface.

Not wanting to, I pull out, depriving her of what she needs to fall over the edge. I’m not fully satisfied that she knows she is mine, and I won’t continue until I’m convinced.

She snaps her head upright, pissed off, she pulls herself onto her elbows and scowls at me.

“What the hell?” she growls, irritated and out of breath.

“Who do you belong to, Dani?” I grab her by the hair roughly and pull her face close to mine.

She looks at me shocked, her eyes wide and mouth parted.

“Who do you belong to?” I repeat, clenching my hand in her hair harder.

“You,” she whimpers.

“This,” I grab her wetness with my hand and slip two fingers in, making her moan. “Who does it belong to?” I ask, sliding my fingers in and out.