Page 54 of Fuse

“Aaahhh!” Her protesting shriek is lost in the pillow as the soaked lips of her pussy surrender to my defined incursion.

“You want to play with the hounds of hell, Velvet?” I channel just enough electrons into my cock to make it come alive with intimidating heat—and deliver a jolt that already has her screaming through her first climax. “Think I’ve met a few of those in my time and even remember a few key moves.” Urged by her perfect little clenches, I nuzzle her ear and settle in for the hot, tight ride. “I’ll play nice if you will.”

Chapter Five

Emma

“Come here.”

It’s totally illogical yet perfectly wonderful that even after the man’s rocked me through four orgasms, his soft sandpaper growl flips my stomach like a basket of butterflies—just as he upends us, deftly rolling to his back but taking me along for the ride.

Though I don’t have much choice about compliance, it doesn’t matter. I let out a happy gasp, all too elated to let gravity do the work of keeping us locked together. The longer we remain as one physical being, maybe the clearer he’ll get the point that I’m not willing to give up the status in other forms as well.

You’re mine, Reece Richards.

No matter what this existence throws at us.

You’re mine.

My man. My purpose. My light. My life.

And, if the universe wills it, my death too.

“Tell me.”

His whisper brings me back to the moment. “Tell you what?” I mumble, cuddling my face against his neck.

“Whatever has your mind whirring so loud, I can practically hear it.”

I laugh softly. “Hmmm. Just pondering the mysteries of the universe.”

“Hmmm. That all?”

“A girl has a tendency to do that after a hound’s dragged her to the best damn ‘hell’ she’s ever experienced.”

“Because she’s not really a girl?”

“Errrmm…excuse me?”

“Truth.” He leans up, kissing the peaks of my breasts. “Really.”

“Then what is she?”

“A goddess.”

Small but mighty giggle. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, it’s the truth.” He’s not messing around about the whole thing, even adding an adoring stare as he settles back down and starts combing his fingertips through the ends of my hair, staring at the strands as if they’ve become spun gold. “Believe me, I know about these things.”

“Is that so, my Zeus?” I fix my gaze on him to prevent my eyes from sliding shut. Dear God, the man knows how to give a good finger comb-out.

“That’s very so, my beauty.” He keeps combing, damn near usurping my orgasms as the best thing to my senses tonight. “Because of that, heaven and hell are kind of a blurred line for her.”

“Ahhhh.” Though I curse myself for it, I lift a hand and curl it around his, halting his perfect ministrations. But this is important. “Blurred lines. Like the ones superheroes have to toe sometimes.”

His features tighten. “Yeah. Sometimes.” His mutter is just as terse, though his gaze remains the pale gray of an early winter sky. In those tender depths, I see that he gets where I’m going. That I’ll never brush off where he’s been, especially in the last twenty-four hours.

To his own version of hell and back.