kissed me as though he were starved. And I suppose he was. And somehow, I found
myself kissing him right back. But this kiss was not some kind of happy reunion
between our lips; it was a full-on war. Because he wasn’t the only one starving.
With his one hand still wrapped in my hair and the other lined up against my
back to clutch me to him, I found my hands clinging to the lapels of his jacket in an
attempt to get closer. Liquid heat pooled between my legs as my body slowly began
to reacquaint itself with the man who claimed to own it. It remembered him well.
I could almost feel Darren’s thundering heart beat under my hands as he kissed
me with such aggressive passion. I was afraid he might forget and injure me again,
but at this rate, I didn’t care … because I wanted to be the one to forget.
In my passion, my lips battled with his, our tongues fighting for territory, and
our teeth drawing blood if need be. I hadn’t felt this alive in so long, and I was
desperate to feel something other than utter hopelessness. I might never willingly
make love to Darren, but I could certainly hate-fuck the shit out of him.
Eventually, Darren’s hands found my hips and lifted me to straddle him. His lips
found my neck as I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold myself up. His rough
kisses turned into bites, and bites turned into sucking. I knew my neck would soon
display the color of his affection.
Before I realized we had even left the sunroom, Darren was pushing me down
onto a bed. He somehow managed to carry me up the stairs, to what I assumed was
his bedroom, without me even noticing. And for some reason, that pissed me off.
With my back on the bed, Darren rested his hands above my head and grinned
down at me. I smirked back.
Before I knew what I was doing, I pulled his left arm out from under him,
causing him to shift his balance, but I had already used my left leg to shift his and
pushed my right hip forward. Darren’s side hit the bed, and I immediately lifted
myself over the top of him. He let it happen. He could have easily stopped my
advance, but for some reason, he didn’t. Instead, he just smirked up at me with
that shark-like grin of his as he rested on his elbows. God, he was sexy … and it just
made me hate him even more. But I wasn’t given much chance to dwell on it.
Darren suddenly pushed off his elbows and nearly launched his upper body at
me, and if his arms hadn’t immediately wrapped around my waist, I would have
fallen off him. His mouth met mine in another passionate assault of a kiss, and it
only made me push back harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands
venturing over his back while more heat pooled between my legs. Fuck, I wanted
this. And I didn’t even know why.
It wasn’t long before Darren started pulling at my dress, nearly ripping the
damn thing off along with my bra and thong. He then spun us around, my back
gently hitting the bed while Darren immediately went for his jacket, pulling it off in
a hurry. His breath was heavy with anticipation, and I fought to keep mine at bay,
but with my racing heart, it was difficult to tame.
The moment he was free of all restriction, Darren slammed into me with ease. I
groaned out loud from the impact as he rammed himself into my core. And it felt
fantastic.
“Fuck. I’ve waited too long for this,” Darren nearly moaned as he slowly
pumped in and out.
“Your fault.” I moaned as my hands gripped the sheets beneath me.
“It was my punishment,” he gritted as his hands came to rest just above my
shoulders, “for allowing you the opportunity to escape me.”
“Lesson learned, I’m sure,” I replied, my voice husky with lust.
“Never again.” He groaned and pulled my legs up to wrap around his hips.
Darren drove deeper, harder, and I fought to keep myself in place as pleasure
overrode every sense in my body. I wanted more of him, needed it.
“Oh, fuck.” I moaned, unable to hold it back. Darren immediately wrapped his
hand in my hair and yanked my head back.
“There’s that mouth again,” he growled and kissed me, pumping into me even
harder, as if that were somehow possible. Pleasure and pain began their collision as
my impending orgasm began to flutter. I was ready to explode.
When Darren finally released my lips,
