Her back arched as she tried to straighten, only to find herself held in place by the hard hands that covered hers and the heavy chest against her back.
“You’re tight, baby,” he crooned at her ear as his hips flexed, caressing her internally as she tried to breathe. She needed to breathe. But every time she tried, he moved again, sending torturous pleasure to tear through her senses.
As she tipped her head back, rumbling cries came from her throat, as his lips caressed her jaw, his teeth raking against it and sending scalding friction to sizzle along her nerve endings.
“I need you…” She could barely speak as she tried to move her hips, fought to work herself on the length of iron impaling her.
God, his cock was so thick it burned as it spread her internal muscles apart.
“You have me, baby.” He nipped at her chin before his lips moved back to her ear. “Every bit of me.”
He began to move then, with strokes that were in no way easy or gentle. Hunger tore through both of them, sharpening the edge of arousal to desperation.
She had never felt the intensity that she felt with Lance, the need for more—more pleasure, more of the emotions swirling through her chest and tightening her throat. She had never realized until this man that she needed anything beyond vengeance.
What she felt now though she knew she would never be able to live without. The connection, the bonding to another person. The warmth that filled her soul with his every touch.
“There, baby…”
She whimpered as his thrusts began to increase, her fingers clenching in the fabric of the chair. One hand left hers to grip her hip, holding her steady as his cock tunneled inside her with hard, heated thrusts.
The tingling, tormenting sensations racing from her vagina through the rest of her body had her begging for release. It was so close. She could feel it burning in her womb, in her clit, and yet he held her back, easing his thrusts, then increasing the pace, only to ease back once again.
She was growling. Strained little sounds of animalistic pleasure were coming from her throat as her back arched and she fought to tighten around him, to hold his shuttling cock in place each time he retreated.
“Bad girl.” The sharp, stinging little caress to her ass had her stilling, pausing at the additional sensation. Was it painful or pleasurable?
She pushed back against him again.
“Like that, baby?” His hand landed again, on the opposite cheek of her rear. “How pretty your little ass blushes.”
The next stinging little slap was harder, the sensations flaring deeper inside her as a starburst ruptured behind her closed eyes. She tightened around him again, gasping at the extremity of the sensations racing through her.
“I told you I was going to spank you, baby.”
Another slap, a hard thrust. Retreat, smack, thrust. Her senses where whipping, nerve endings screaming in need as she felt the fire building in her womb. She was close. Oh God, so close.
Then he gripped her hips with both hands and began thrusting inside her furiously. The hard length of his cock separated and pulled at her muscles, caressing, inflaming sensitive nerve endings as a long, muted wail left her throat.
Her orgasm didn’t just explode through her. She felt herself imploding, every cell and muscle in her body gathering, reaching then flaming through her with shocking results. Lance’s cry was a distant sound at her ear. The feel of his body, covering her, holding her, shielding her as racking shudders raced through her, added to the overwhelming pleasure.
“Sweet baby,” he whispered at her ear as she fought to hold him inside her, her vagina rippling along his cock as he spurted into her a final time.
Harmony was a weak-willed mess when Lance moved, sliding from her and adjusting his pants before lifting her in his arms. Her head fell to his shoulder, her eyes closing as she fought to get a handle on her emotions.
She decided she hated emotion.
He strode to the shower, quickly undressed them both and pushed her beneath the warmth of the water. She watched him as he bathed her, his hands gentle, his expression a mix of rueful lust and gentle amusement as she frowned back at him.
He didn’t speak, and she didn’t have the energy to make enough sense of what she felt, what she could feel growing inside her soul, to discuss it. So she watched him instead, wondering at the man who knelt so easily before her to finish washing her before he turned her to the spray and began on her backside.
“There, all clean,” he whispered, turning quickly to the spray and washing his hair before taking a clean washrag and cleaning himself briskly. He was much rougher on his own body.
The washrag spread a stream of bubbles over his face first, then his neck, shoulders and powerful chest. Moving lower, he quickly cleaned his still half-erect cock and the heavy sac below before washing his legs. He was quick, efficient and didn’t waste time. He applied the same force toward washing his body as he did toward his life. Except for her.
Harmony watched from the opposite side of the water stream as he rinsed, realizing that with her, Lance broke his own rules in some way.
Unwritten rules. She understood that. He was a man who took life as it came and fixed what was in his power to fix. And he did so without waste. He wasn’t a man to posture or to make excuses if he failed. He saw all the different shades of the world, and he did his part and more if the opportunity arose, to make the world a better place.
“You deserve better,” she said sadly as he turned the shower off and grabbed two thick, fluffy towels.
“Better than what?” He began drying her. Slow, gentle movements, as though he relished touching her.
“Better than a killer with an ugly past and even uglier disposition.” She stared back at him as he tossed her towel aside and began drying himself.
He didn’t speak. At first she thought he intended to ignore her statement. Once he’d dried himself and tossed the towel aside, though, he leveled a long, assessing look at her.
“I would die for you, Harmony.” He said the words simply, easily. “I love you. And I’ve never said that to another woman outside my own family, in my life. All I am belongs to you. Ugly past and all. And no man could ask for more than what you are.” His hands clasped her face as she felt tears welling in your eyes. “Beautiful, strong. Capable. I have more than I ever deserved, in you. And don’t forget it.” His eyes sparkled wickedly. “Or I might have to spank you again. Now, get ready. We have plans to make.”
He patted her rear, an affectionate reminder of the spanking she would receive. Unfortunately, she had liked that spanking way more than she should have.
“Where’s the information hidden?” An hour later Lance cleared the dinner dishes from the table and refilled their coffee cups before returning.
Harmony leaned back in her chair and watched him. She could feel the change in him. This was what made Lance such a powerful force in the county. He solved problems, and he was ready to solve this one. Now.
She breathed out roughly, leaning forward as she gripped the coffee cup between her hands. “Boulder, Colorado,” she said softly. “I have them hidden in the mountains.”
“Why not a safe-deposit box or storage area?”
She shook her head. “Video cameras. There’s no way to hide completely from them, and some of the Trainers the Council possessed could have picked me up easily, no matter my disguises when I was younger.”
He nodded at that. “Do you have a cabin…?”
“It’s not that simple, Lance.” She wished it were. “The hike is a long one. It’s hidden someplace where I knew it would be protected, no matter what. Getting it won’t be easy.”
“I’m not heading out of here blind,” he snapped. “There are no bugs in the house, and no one listening from outside. We’re safe here, Harmony. Now, where is it?”