The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(68)

“Please.” She started shifting her hips, restless for more. “Faster.”

He fisted her hair with his other hand, and Alaine bowed to the tug of it. Letting him watch the look of ecstasy that crossed her beautiful face when he pulled out and took her harder the second time.

When he did it a third time, she screamed, and he was utterly lost to her. He started moving against Alaine as if f*cking her was going to erase all his problems, desperately, without restraint, because that was what it was like, a tidal wave of bliss that just completely washed his soul clean of the burden.

She felt like his salvation, like the angel he always thought of her as, but he f*cked her like a devil anyway.

It wasn’t soft and sweet and filled with worship. It was hard and dirty, with his fingers tight in her hair and her legs around his waist. Him giving, her taking, and both of them greedy and sweaty and needy.

The better it felt, the more possessive he got, so much so it should have scared him. He would kill anyone for touching her…even Tino.

“Eres mía,” Chuito growled against the curve of her neck and then sucked hard enough to mark her. “You hear me, mami? They can’t have you.” He pulled out and pushed back in, making Alaine cry out once more as Chuito promised her, “You’re mine.”

She didn’t argue. She just let him own her until even words were gone, with only gasping moans of pleasure breaking through the silence of the night as her hold on him tightened, and her body started shuddering.

Then Alaine pitched beneath him, her back arching as she surrendered to the pleasure, and it was enough to shatter Chuito too, because it had just been too long.

The ecstasy was blinding, hot and pulsing as his cum made the thrusts slicker, but he didn’t stop moving. He couldn’t. Even when the tide of bliss started to recede, the hunger wasn’t close to waning.

He used his hold on her hair to pull her head back and kissed her. Alaine was breathless. He was too, leaving them panting and breathing into each other’s mouths.

“Again.” He licked her lips to prove his point, making her blink up at him. “Okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.” And then moaned when he grabbed her ass and forced her tighter against him. “God, Chu.”

He had a lot of sins to erase.

A lot of burdens to forget.

They f*cked for a really long time.





Chapter Twenty-Four


They never did get around to dinner. Alaine just lay there in bed, savoring the silence. She found she liked this almost as much as the sex, lying on top of Chuito as he caressed her bare back, and she rested her head over the cross tattoo on his chest.

His heartbeat had calmed and was now the slow, steady thump from a man who was very fit. She ran a hand over the biceps of his left arm, enjoying being able to touch him. She let herself just feel his body, completely bare under hers, all hard angles and cut ridges.

Alaine didn’t think about the rest of it.

She didn’t acknowledge that she had done exactly what she had been determined not to. She had stripped down and given herself to him, and a part of her, that young, hopelessly-in-love part that had never given up hope, thought it was enough.

He couldn’t leave after this.

Whatever it was in Miami that was trying to pull him back couldn’t be more sacred than what they had here. She turned her head and kissed the base of his neck, letting her lips linger over his warm skin before she shifted over him and moved up to his ear. She licked at the shell of it, and he grunted.

Chuito let his head loll to the side, and she loved that he was able to do that, just surrender to her, letting her be bold. He cupped her ass, his big palm rough against such sensitive flesh. He wrapped his other arm around her, holding her tightly like he did when they were dancing as she nipped and kissed her way over to the other side of his neck.

Chuito slid his leg up between hers so that his thigh was pressed tight against her *. When he arched his hips, she moaned at the brush of it, and even though she was just on the edge of too tender, she didn’t care.

She sucked hard, seeing the stain of her kiss marking his skin, and she liked it enough that she did it again. Even worn-out and lazy, there was no gentleness between them like she had imagined when she’d been younger.

This was savage.

Raw.

So real and gritty it chafed and marked, staining her soul with the intensity of it.

While still kissing his neck, Alaine reached between their bodies, finding his cock that was hardening again despite them doing it three times before. She stroked him, marveling at how big he was in her hand.

Thick. Cut. The head of it much broader than she’d seen on the other men she’d been with. She wondered if that was why it felt better when he pushed in, igniting every sexual sensor she had as he took her, but she knew that wasn’t totally it.

It felt good because it was Chuito.

Because this electric connection wasn’t something she could just try to pretend existed with anyone else but him.

Chuito let out a low, purely carnal groan and fisted her hair. He tugged her head back and forced her lips to his. They kissed hard, tongues brushing, their moans mingling as she stroked him and arched into the press of his thigh between her legs until she was wet and aching again.

They were both sweaty and sticky, in desperate need of a shower.

Instead they kissed and touched, making each other ache until Chuito grasped her wrist and forced her hand away from him. He brought her hand to his mouth and licked her palm as he opened his eyes, his dark gaze meeting hers between the spaces of her fingers.