Page 13 of Unbreakable Thread

She delivers a punch to my ribs… I’d rather give it to her right in the ass⁠—

“Damn, what steroids have you been taking?” Each blow lands with increasing force—too much pent-up anger. For some reason, it seems Rainey is directing her anger toward me.

“It’s called sex-deprived, you ass. It has me going feral when my man won’t touch me.”

I hook my ankle behind hers, twist my hip, and pull. Her eyes widen as her weight shifts backward. She lands with a soft thud, a puff of air escaping her lips. I tumble after, catching myself with outstretched hands that find the warm curve where her waist meets the floor without crushing her.

My nose skims her cheekbone. “Sex deprived?” I whisper. Never in my life would I have thought I’d hear those words from my woman. I lick at her pulse, racing. “Feral, huh? You want your man’s hands all over you?” With my thumb, I rub around her pebbled nipple.

She moans my name, and that’s music to my ears.

“You don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting to touch you, to feel every curve.” I lift to stare into her eyes.

“Why haven’t you then?”

“Sunshine, you haven’t been well. Your body has healed, but you’re still delicate.” Goosebumps spread as I nibble on her neck.

“I’m sweaty.”

“That’s fine. I like you sweaty.”

“I don’t want to be treated like a delicate doll. I want normal, and you’re not treating me like it.”

She’s right, I have been treating her like a glass doll, but the truth is, she is delicate. Anything I say or do can cause a flashback, good or bad. I know I need to normalize it as much as possible to help her.

“Done, I’ll give you normal.” I lift her shirt. I don’t know how I didn’t notice she wasn’t wearing a bra before. Rainey squirms when I pinch her pointed nipple. “You want your man’s hands and tongue all over you? Done.” The tip of my tongue traces her swollen breasts, then I suck on each one. “Next, there’s no way in hell I’d have my girl sexually frustrated.” My arms slide under her body. With a gentle force, I tumble to my back, bringing her to straddle me.

I strip her bare, the fabric of her shorts whispering against her skin as it falls away. Then I slide her to kiss between her thighs, tasting salt and sweetness. I live for every moment—the flush spreading across her chest, the flutter of her eyelids, the small sounds caught in her throat as she unravels at my touch. Her back arches like a bow. Her breathing picks up until each inhale is a gasp, each exhale a plea. My tongue flickers inside her sensitive spots. A laugh leaves me as she yanks at my hair, pushing my head deeper.

“More!” she cries out.

I can feel how close she is, and before I can tell her to come, she slides off me.

“Take off your shorts,” she demands.

“Be my guest. Strip me.”

Within seconds, she has me naked in the ring. Well, damn, I never thought teaching her self-defense would lead to us fucking. Rainey reaches for my dick, then strokes from the base to the tip. I prepare myself for her lips wrapping around it, but in a flash, she’s on me, sliding me in her. She’s so tight and fits perfectly. She’s a gorgeous woman. I don’t mean just her body, but everything about her. She’s strong, resilient, and a warrior in my eyes, although she doesn’t see that in herself just yet. I do. I see everything about her, and I know every part of her.

My tongue traces the tops of her breasts. Her breath catches, then escapes in a sound that mirrors my own. She grips my shoulders, fingernails pressing half-moons into my skin. She moves against me in a sharp, urgent rhythm that has us sliding around the ring. Rainey doesn’t want gentle; her body language says rough sex. I’m all for it because, damn, do I need it. Her bouncing is only going to get me to finish before her.

Before I get her on her knees, I kiss her desperately, my hands trembling against her jawline, thumbs tracing the hollows beneath her cheekbones as our lips meet with the frantic urgency of messy open-mouth kisses as if trying to capture something essential that might slip away at any moment. Like the sunlight she gives, which would vanish from my soul.

I guide her down with a touch to her shoulder. Rainey’s skin catches the light from the window, a sheen spreading across her back as she settles onto her forearms. I relish seeing her in any position, but this one is my favorite. I pause at the sight—the curve where her spine meets her hips, the way she glances back, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Rainey’s ass up in the air, ready for me to take her in. Each movement draws a gasp from her lips, a sound that mingles with the rhythm we create together. My fingers find their way through her hair, tangled in dark waves, as she presses back against me, taking me completely.

Damn.

Her moans are anything but quiet. She calls my name, the sound breaking into raw and breathless gasps. What a good girl she is when her fingertips run along her swollen nipples. My weakness is watching her play with herself.

“You weren’t joking. You’re a feral little thing.” The words catch in my throat, hoarse and desperate, as I guide her onto her back and press my body against hers. Rainey’s nails dig into my back, onto my shoulder blades, sweat beading along her collarbone and pooling in the hollow of her throat. My sweat drips down onto her. When she cries out, the sound vibrates through her chest into mine, and we both plunge over the edge, the pent-up need finally breaking free, a rush that leaves us only wanting more. The hunger in her eyes matches my own.

We will never be done, she and I.

“Are you feeling alright?” I ask, climbing off her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I reach for her hand and kiss her wrist where her tattoo lies: tesoro mío.

The smile on her face knocks the air right out of me.

“I’m good. Now.” She laughs, and that has a grin spread on my face.