Without breaking eye contact, they moved together as one, the rock and kick of her hips matching the force of his. They were wild and electric, a violent landslide of grunts, slippery skin, and thundering hearts.
His lungs caught fire, and his pulse hammered as fast as his thrusts, everything inside him simmering, building, pressurizing. The whole damn world felt like it was going to explode, and he didn’t care. He couldn’t stop. He was so fucking lost in her he didn’t want to find his way back.
They were both panting so hard they couldn’t keep their mouths connected, but he tried, chasing her lips, licking and sucking and swallowing her breaths as he fucked her.
Her tits bounced with the slam of his hips. Her exhales came in short bursts. Then she was coming, screaming, her eyes wide and fixed on him as if blindsided by the sensations. She shuddered and twitched through it, and when she finally settled against him, he pulled back, slipping his cock free and teasing the tip around her opening. She groaned.
“Again?” He bit her nipple, her collarbone, her lips, then sank back inside her. “Yeah, you can do that again.”
“I think…maybe… Yes, please.” She smirked, eyes half-mast.
Reaching down to where his jeans had fallen around his knees, he removed the switchblade from the pocket and cut her hands free.
Her fingers flew to his hair, and her mouth attacked his, wet and hot, eating at his lips and licking his tongue.
He flung the blade near his boots, kicked off the jeans, and rolled her to the ground beneath him. With the solid support against her back, he let himself go, fucking her ruthlessly, powerfully.
Holding his gaze, she moved her body in a sensual dance with his. Her hands glided across his back, their chests heaving together, and legs entwined. Shock waves descended down his spine, gathering at the base of his cock. He tangled his fingers in her hair, his hips caught in a desperate tempo. He wanted to last longer, but knew he couldn’t.
There would always be later, and tomorrow, and forever.
“I’m going to come, baby.” Spasms gathered behind his balls. “You’re coming with me.”
Her eyes flared with concentration. “Kiss me.”
And he did, vigorously, passionately, while fighting the agonizing impulse to release. She flexed and strained beneath him and released a strangled shout against his lips. He stared into her eyes, captivated by her orgasmic bliss, and followed her over.
He came violently, pounding her into the ground, his body convulsing with a series of contractions that pumped deep inside him, ejaculating, filling her up, and the pleasure… Fuck, the pleasure was unimaginable as he groaned and thrust and stretched it out as long as he could.
As their breathing evened out and their bodies went limp, a fog of numbness tingled through him. But he kept his hips moving in slow, satisfied strokes, his gaze centered on his favorite brown eyes.
“That was pretty good.” She pursed her lips.
He continued to lazily thrust, didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to leave the drenched clasp of her pussy. “As sloppy as your cunt feels, I think it was better than pretty good.”
Her expression softened, and she ran her hands across his jaw and into his hair. “It was perfect, Matias.”
Rolling them to their sides, he kissed her tenderly, achingly, with every ounce of love he felt for her. Her arms twined around his neck, and his cock softened inside her, but she didn’t seem to want him to pull out, so he held her closer, kissing her as the sky darkened with the approach of dusk.
They lay there for an eternity, nude, in a bed of grass, surrounded by lemon trees, and he knew. He’d finally succeeded in his pursuit for happiness. Then again, he’d always known that this was how it should be.
She watched him as he watched her, seemingly just as content, but something lurked in the back of her eyes.
He spread a lock of her hair in the grass, snaking it around like a black river. “What are you thinking about?”
“Your spy problem.”
He didn’t expect that, and his heart lurched excitedly. “What about it?”
“Well, you haven’t caught this person.”
He arched a brow. “Are you questioning my competence?”
“Yep.”
“All right.” His chest filled with pride. “I’m listening.”
She leaned up on an elbow, and the twin peaks of her pink nipples drew his attention.
“Up here, Matias.”
He flicked his eyes to hers and found a glint of amusement there.
“You’ve been monitoring every outgoing transaction and message?” She cocked her head. “Even phone calls?”
“Everything. Nothing is getting leaked or discussed. We’re on virtual shutdown. We’ve flown in all of our technical geniuses and highest-ranking members to the property and haven’t let anyone leave. We have every able and trusted person hunting for this person.”
She nodded, her expression contemplative. “Have you considered the possibility that Gerardo might’ve been lying?”
“The man was in a world of pain when he confessed.” His heart skipped. “He lasted through hours of slicing and severing and—”
“He was loyal to this other group then. Loyal enough to endure that kind of torture.” She glanced away, scrunched up her nose in concentration, and looked back at him. “What if he was trying to distract you from something? What if he wanted you to congregate your cartel?”
Dread sank his stomach, and his blood pressure skyrocketed. “Fuck. No, that’s… Shit, we’ve focused all our efforts here, searching internally. And we’re all together, pulled all of our resources to one place.”
“The enemy is out there, doing hell knows what, while your attention is centered on yourselves.” She sat up and stared over the trees. “If someone were to…I don’t know, drop a bomb on this place, every important member would be blown to bloody pieces. Would the cartel die with them?”
Yes, it absolutely would.
CHAPTER 23
A week later, Camila stretched on
