Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
He shifts one hand between us, thumb finding my clit and circling it roughly in time with each thrust. Pleasure zips through me as I cry out his name.
His name. Damiano. It sounds so different saying it while his dick is inside me.
“You buried a man for me,” I say, not sure why the need is so strong to do so.
He hesitates, just for a moment, eyes searching mine, almost like he’s trying to see past the words and into my soul.
“I’d do it again.” He thrusts deeper, harder, possessing me completely. My heart slams against my ribs, and I reach for something—anything—that feels more real than the chaos we’re both running from.
I bite his shoulder to keep myself from falling apart.
“Harder,” I say. “Fuck me harder.” I need more. I need to burn this night into me, to feel it later when everything else turns cold and dark.
He answers with another low grunt, like he’s trying to fuck me and talk to me all at once. Like he knows it’s pointless either way. His hips swing into mine until I’m choking on pleasure—weightless, thoughtless, everything I want.
Will I regret this tomorrow?
Maybe.
But I killed a man yesterday. What more could I regret?
He presses his thumb against my clit with punishing intensity, and the pressure coils tight in my core. A sound unravels from deep inside me, a crescendo of need and want and yes that ricochets off the walls of this tiny, earthy room.
“Fuck, Briar,” Damiano grits out, head dropping to the crook of my neck as he slams into me. “I’m—”
He doesn’t finish. He just drives forward with everything he has, splitting me apart in the best possible way until I can’t hold it any longer. I come hard, body arching beneath him like I’m going to fly apart and spin in a million directions. But he’s right there, holding me together with his touch, his weight pinning me to this moment.
I’m so fucking high. High from his tea, and high from the sex that is changing everything between us.
The world bursts white before settling into focus again just in time for me to hear him groan through his own release. He empties into me with a force that seems to rock him to pieces even as he gives them all to me.
I’m not sure who he collapses for—him or me—but it doesn’t matter. We lie tangled together, chests heaving as we try to catch our breath. It should feel awkward now; maybe it will later. But right now it’s perfect and terrifying in the same instant.
He rolls to his side, brushes sweat-damp hair from my forehead with surprising gentleness.
“Are you okay?” There’s hesitation in his question now that wasn’t there when he was fucking me senseless.
I nod, staring up at the cracked ceiling. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure?”
I turn my head to meet his gaze, close enough that I can see the gold flecks in his dark eyes. He’s watching me too closely, like he’s trying to figure out how many pieces of myself I’m still in.
“What about you?” I ask instead of answering, my voice hoarse and almost accusatory.
It makes him smile—an actual smile that isn’t weighed down by anything but exhaustion. I kiss it from his lips before he can use them to say something stupid and reassuring about how everything will be fine.
Because we both know there’s a very real chance it might not be.
He strokes a hand down my arm and pulls me tighter against him until our breathing syncs again.
“I want to fuck you until the sun comes up,” he says as he kisses my collarbone.
Hungry. We’re both hungry.
I pull him over me, refusing to think of anything but his skin against mine. His eyes darken with want, and it heats my blood all over again. I tug at his lower lip with my teeth, reminding us that this is everything now—tangled limbs and the messy, desperate way we keep crashing together.
He moves like he understands the urgency in my bones, and soon he’s inside me again, fast and deep.
“All fucking night,” he repeats.
His words are a promise and a challenge all at once, vibrating through me as I grasp at his back.
His hands are everywhere, reconnecting us in the same chaotic rhythm that burned through us the first time. And just like before, I’m powerless to stop it from taking over.
I can barely think past the flood of want inside me, but I don’t want to think.
I want to forget.
I curl my fingers into his hair, pulling him harder against me as if I can chase the shadows away forever.
Chapter 15
Flint
The island’s even quieter than usual at 4 AM. Every step cracks like a gunshot on the stone pathway as I head toward the greenhouse. The main house stands dark and empty. No one there to notice Briar’s absence until morning. If we’re lucky, the search parties won’t think to check if she’s sleeping in her own bed.