Cruel Fortune (Cruel #2)(84)

My head cracked against the wall as he drove up into me again. Our bodies smacking together. Our chests heaving. My breasts bouncing with the rhythm as he pounded into me.

This wasn’t gentle or coaxing. It wasn’t discovering my body. Because he already knew every damn inch of it.

This was taking, owning, claiming me in the most basic sense.

It was hedonistic.

Self-indulgent.

Wild.

We were wild with no boundaries. Nothing between us anymore. No secrets. No plans. No games.

The heat built. It consumed. My body shuddered from the waves of pleasure that coursed through me as he rocked into me.

“Oh fuck. Oh, Penn,” I called out into the hotel room.

I let it go. All the pain and hurt. I channeled my very being into that moment.

Then, I broke apart.

Into a million little pieces.

I yelled, “Fuck,” about a thousand times into the silent room as he slowed his pace to match my orgasm.

I was still seeing stars as he kicked out of his pants, carried me across the room, and gently laid me down on the bed. My hair fanned out all across the bed, getting tangled in the rose petals. He stared down at me as if I were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. That look in his eyes…I had seen it before. An emotion that I couldn’t name in that moment, but, with my whole being, I knew what he was saying with those baby blues.

We’d separated after he lay me down, but he easily slid back into me. I inhaled sharply, still sensitive from the last orgasm. He grinned at that. A cocky smile that said he knew what he was doing to me. And fuck, he did.

“I have wanted this for so long,” he said as he started up a rhythm again.

“For a year,” I murmured.

“Every day for a year.” He pumped into me harder. “Just like this.”

I didn’t deny it. My body had ached for him. More of him. All of him.

And, when we were like this, everything else disappeared. I knew it would all come back later, but I didn’t want it between us right now. I didn’t want anything between us right now.

“More,” I begged.

He pressed my knee up, giving himself a deep angle into me. “See? You do beg,” he said with a smile.

“I’ll beg all you want if you fuck me right now.”

He leaned forward until our lips were almost touching. “Ask me again, love.”

My body pulsed as he kept a slow, steady pace. I wanted more. I wanted the force he’d used against the wall.

“Fuck me, Penn. God, just fuck me.”

His smile grew, and then he kissed me, hard. Restraint fled him. He slammed into me to the point of pain, but it only brought more pleasure. More, more, more. I didn’t want him to stop. Not as he fucked me until I was incoherent again.

Until both our bodies seized up, and we hit our climax together. Him not able to hold out any longer as I clamped around him with the strength of my own orgasm.

I rode the wave of pleasure until I thought I was going to pass out. Then, I finally stilled, my breathing ragged. My voice raw from screaming. A fine sheen of sweat coating our naked bodies. I stroked his hair and gently kissed his shoulder.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he murmured against my chest as he slowly eased back up to his elbow. “Nothing compares to you, Nat.”

My fingers ran along his jawline. I was lost to the euphoria of our coupling. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

He nodded. “Always.”

He began to pull back, but I stopped him in his place.

“Let’s not go back to reality yet.”

His lips captured mine once more. “No reality until you’re ready. Right now, it’s just us. Nothing else exists.”

I bit my lip and then agreed. He slid off of me and went to clean up. I stretched out on the bed like a cat and yawned. I felt like I’d just run a marathon. I could sleep for a week.

Penn came back out, and I switched places with him, taking care of my needs before returning to the bedroom, naked. He’d slung on his boxers and suit pants, though they remained undone.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He popped the cork on the champagne and laughed. “For you?”

“Oh my god, Penn, you can’t open that.”

Penn grinned. “Didn’t want it to go to waste.”

He poured us each a glass and passed one to me.

“I cannot believe you just did that. We’re never going to get this room to look right again.”

“Who cares?” he said, dragging my naked form against him again. “I don’t care who knows what we did tonight.”

I sighed and took a sip of my champagne. I felt shockingly levelheaded, considering the fit I’d been in only a half hour ago. “I should probably go downstairs. There’s a conversation I need to have. And it’s not going to be pleasant.”

“Hey.” He tilted my chin up to look at him. “What happened to nothing else exists but us here?”

I downed the last of the champagne. “I shouldn’t ignore it. It’s better to rip off the Band-Aid.”

I could see that Penn wanted to say more. That he had questions about where this left us. But I didn’t have answers for him right now.

What we’d done was…wonderful. Beyond wonderful. It had been perfection. Things were just complicated. I needed to get everything else in order before I could even think about us. It was better to leave us here, where we were both blissful, than to make decisions under the influence of sex.