Cyclone of Chaos by E.C. Land (best non fiction books of all time TXT) 📗

over her head and loop it through the cuffs that I have hooked to my bed. Yeah, I have cuffs on my bed for the nights I wanted to do more but didn’t want the girl to touch me. “Keep them there.”

Getting off the bed, I remove my holster and put it with my knife. Next, I pull my shirt over my head and bend to take off my boots. Unfastening my jeans, I lean over Emery and remove her jeans and underwear in one sweep.

Standing to my full height I stare down at the woman who’s been mine since she was sixteen. I took her virginity on her seventeenth birthday. Married her on her eighteenth, now ten years later after losing her for so long she’s mine again and I refuse to allow that fuckin’ psycho to take her from me again.

“Who do you belong to?” I growl running my fingers along the tattoo on her leg. That night at the motel in the Outer Banks I’d explored every inch of her body taking in all her tattoos. I know every detail of the one on her shoulder blade, but I’d been surprised at the fact she’d gotten my name tattooed on her ring finger.

“You Samuel, I’ve always belonged to you.” Her breath hitches as I spread her legs to get a good view of her pussy.

“Damn right you have.” Moving my fingers further up her body I trace designs all along her inner thigh never quite getting close to where I know she wants me most. Her pussy glistens in the light and my dick strains against my jeans to get to it.

“Samuel,” Emery moans, arching her back in an attempt to get herself closer to my fingers.

“Only for you am I still that person. Otherwise, he’s dead to the world baby,” I murmur lifting my gaze to meet hers.

“You’ll always be my Sammy,” she whispers. “Now please don’t torture me with your feather light touches, that’s never been you. Fuck me. Show me that I belong to you.”

“Angel, I’ll show you that you belong to me. If we didn’t have to get back out there to Stone, I’d show you all fuckin’ night long. Right now, I’m settling for taking a good minute to savor what’s mine.”

Leaning forward I blow on her clit before flicking it with my tongue. Damn I love the way she tastes, and I haven’t even gotten started with devouring her. Lifting my gaze, I meet hers. She’s barely got her head up, but Emery’s eyes are on me.

Fuck I need to be inside her, but not before devouring her beautiful pussy. Shit I’m surprised that she kept herself bare all these years. I’d been the one who would shave her when we were together before.

With my eyes still on her, I lift her hips and rest her legs on my shoulders right before I begin to feast on her. Savoring Emery’s taste as if it were going to be the last I ever got to have.

“Samuel,” she screams, locking her legs around my neck as she comes. I continue my assault on her pussy until I pull two more orgasms from her body. Reaching above my head, I unwrap her legs from around my neck and stand up.

I quickly remove my jeans and climb up between Emery’s legs lifting them up as I go. I settle them back on my shoulders at the same time I line myself up and plunge balls deep into my woman.

With each thrust, I focus on Emery’s gaze. “Angel, squeeze my dick. I wanna feel you come all over me,” I grind out through clenched teeth as she tightens even more on me.

Picking up momentum, I plunge into her harder while moving a hand in between her legs and pinching her clit.

Emery’s back arches and she screams out my name as her pussy turns into a fuckin’ vice on my dick pulling my own orgasm from me. Stilling inside her I groan as I fill her with every last drop of my come.

Might be a dick move not using a condom, but I don’t give a fuck. Something about knowing she’s walking around with my come still inside does things to me.

Leaning down I press my forehead to hers as I catch my breath.

“I love you, Samuel,” she whispers and everything in me seems to freeze.

Jumping up off the bed, I pull my jeans up over my hips leaving them unbuttoned. Running my hands over my face and through my hair, I don’t know what to think of her admission.

She loves me.

Fuck.

The pain of those words rips through my chest and I feel all the emotions swarm around me just as they had the day I sat on the dunes with that hurricane moving in.

Shaking my head, I unhook my belt from around her wrist and turn away. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I lean and brace my elbows on my knees.

“Samuel?” The sound of her voice right now is almost more than I can bear.

Letting out a deep breath, I refuse to say anything. Instead I quickly get dressed and leave the room.

Making my way to the main room I spot Bane and Stone sitting at a table.

Lifting my chin in their direction, I head for the exit without another word.

I need to clear my head.

Because fuck if I don’t still love my Angel, but I can’t get past the fact I’ve lived these past ten years thinking she was dead.

Can you blame me?

Straddling my bike, I turn the key bringing her to life and high tail it out of there. I need this time to figure out what I want.

Only I already know what that is.

It’s my family.

Chapter Fourteen

Emery

Smooth Emery. Real smooth. How much more cliché can you be? I chastise myself.

You know what type of man he is and yet you said the three words that would send him running. Doesn’t matter if he feels them or