Into the Light (University of Isles #2)

24. Chapter 24

Chapter twenty-four

“Fuck,” I whispered as I turned around, and his deep-blue eyes manically searched mine. He gripped my hips, pulling me tight into him.

There was dirt all over the bottom of my jeans and mud on my feet, but I didn’t give a fuck because all I needed was to feel him inside of me. This game of cat and mouse we were playing was . . . God, I had no fancy words to describe it other than just addicting.

“I need you,” I begged as his hands tangled into my hair.

“I caught you, princesa. Are you going to keep running?” He pulled on my chin so I was looking into his eyes.

I shook my head. “No.”

“You’re all mine, Em.” I knew I was.

He ripped off my bralette, and my breasts bounced free as he rolled my nipples between his fingers. I cried in pleasure.

“I am yours,” I murmured as he ripped off my jeans and tossed them aside. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he walked me back out of the woods and dropped me on the cool, damp grass.

He tore off his shirt, pants, and boxers, and I stared at him breathlessly. He was a fucking god. His abs rippled in the darkness, his body a golden-tanned beauty. His . . . cock was standing tall, thick and huge at attention, slick with arousal.

“Please,” I huffed in a breathless moan.

“Tsk, tsk, princesa, wasn’t it you who asked me to punish you?” Shit. I’d forgotten about that because all I needed was to feel him inside of me.

“B-but—”

“No.” His eyes were a cruel shade of blue as he leaned down and opened my legs, lifting my hips up so they weren’t directly on the grass.

“I want to taste you. I want to brand you with my tongue, making you mine and only mine.” He placed my legs so they wrapped around his shoulders and peppered delicate kisses onto my throbbing mound.

“Fuck,” I wailed, desperate for his tongue to taste my cunt.

“Such a wet girl—so desperate and needy for me.”

Then his mouth reached my cunt as his tongue explored and lapped up the wetness that kept growing. I was so fucking needy, and there was a fire burning inside of me. But the moment his tongue licked up, alternating between flicking at my clit and sucking me dry, I was a symphony of sobs.

His mouth was desperate. His tongue explored my clit as his fingers played with my opening, gently sliding in and out. I was grinding into his mouth as the sobs became more vile the faster and deeper his tongue explored me.

Just as he came up for a breath, he paused, shoving two fingers inside of me.

“Look at me,” he demanded, but between thrusts, I knew I was being edged. I was right there about to orgasm, but his fingers grew slower, more languid in speed.

“What?” I barked back, angry that I couldn’t fucking come.

“Tell me, princesa, are you planning on running away after this? Let me fuck you, then run home after tonight?”

“Yes,” I said because the thought of falling in love again scared the shit out of me, but my heart wanted to desperately. In fact, I think it was already there.

“Then I guess I’ll have to continue to punish you,” he whispered, ripping his fingers out of me and getting up.

“What the fuck?” I said, wondering if the same thing that happened last weekend was happening now.

He only laughed, his naked form walking toward the illuminated house.

“Why did you stop?” I demanded.

“Because, Em, I am not fucking you in a wet field the first time we have sex. I am not fucking you like an animal the first time my cock touches your pussy. As much as I am desperate for it, I know that you’d use it as an excuse as to why we weren’t meant to be together and then run away in the morning.” His whole demeanor softened.

“I don’t want to do anything you don’t deserve or need and right now, none of this feels . . . right.” He paused, turning toward me. “And that kind of running away is not the kind I fucking like.”

He continued the trek back to the house while I stood there frozen in a cold apple orchard with a rotten apple under my foot.

He was right though. He was always right, which drove me up a wall. I would have found some excuse tomorrow morning and rationalized in my head this wasn’t right for us. But I also wanted him to know that I could see what he was doing. I wanted him. I wanted to be there in the morning when we woke up. I wanted both of us.

“You’re wrong,” I said. He paused in his tracks but didn’t turn around. “You are so fucking wrong, because I like you.”

I huffed, in disbelief that the words were even pouring from my mouth. “I don’t know how to yet. It’s fucking messy inside my head, but I fucking like you a lot, and I don’t want to leave. I see you.”

I walked over to him and wrapped my hands around his naked waist, then leaned up to his ear, whispering, “Catch me.”

I sprinted past him, then heard his steps behind me. I dodged between rows of trees, running toward the house where I saw the glistening blue pool in the distance. I was sweaty; I was not the person who enjoyed running for pleasure. Sure, maybe since it was from a tall handsome, brooding man behind me, I’d do it, but you want me to run around the block for exercise? Hard pass.

I was dirty from the trees and immediately knew where I needed to go. I ran all the way up the deck toward the back steps, then jumped into the hot tub.

I let the warm water envelop me when the bubbles in the oversized hot tub fizzed, alerting me someone else was inside.

As I popped my head up, he dropped down into the heated water. His hands touched my cheek as he drank my face in.

“Found you,” he murmured. I knew he saw the hot tub bubble, letting me know someone was inside, but I wanted him to have this win.

Our lips collided. Something pivotal changed in this moment for the two of us. Both of us running, but this time, it was toward each other.

“I mean it, Rain,” I whispered, drifting my body toward his and wrapping my legs around him to keep me anchored.

“Why?” he croaked as I kissed his cheeks, his nose, his lips, his eyes. I wanted to feel every part of his body—memorize every single curve.

“It’s unconventional. I can’t explain it, but I just . . . feel it inside of me.” My mouth landed atop his and we kissed, our tongues fucking each other. His cock twitched underneath me as I stopped us, got out of the hot tub, wrapped myself with a towel laying neatly on one of the chairs on the deck, then ran inside.

He chuckled as he followed, but just as he walked into the threshold of the door, I dropped my towel.

My entire body was on full display in the warm glow of the fire.

“Fuck me,” I begged the words barely coming out of my mouth before his body collided into mine. Lifting me up, he carried me upstairs.

“Are you sure?” he asked before he opened the door in front of us.

“Very.” I was more than sure—more than ready.

Instead of going to the room that I’d thrown my stuff into earlier, we went into the primary bedroom. It was insanely huge with a full sitting area in the corner and a four-poster bed in the center.

“This is our room,” he murmured into my ear as he dropped me onto the bed.

“I found you, mi pareja.” He slithered his body up toward mine, then he spread open my thighs.

Our gaze connected, and he searched my face.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

His lips twisted into a smile. “The only thing I’ve ever been so sure of was how much I need to feel you underneath me.”

His pre-cum mixed with the heat of my own needy cunt as the tip of his cock slid between my thighs.

“Fuck,” I cried.

My heart felt so open it could explode with desperation.

“Take a deep breath,” he encouraged as he slid into me. His cock slowly pushed into me. I cried out because the pain of him stretching me was so intense mixing with the pleasure of finally feeling him inside me.

He paused. “Am I hurting you?” His brows drawn in concern.

I shook my head and demanded he dive in deeper. He obliged and just as he got all the way in, I let out a carnal moan. It was not sexy. It came from deep within me. A noise of undulating pleasure as I unwrapped every single piece of myself in front of him.

“Holy shit. Keep making those noises, princesa, and I won’t last long.” He fucked me. Thrusting inside of me as he alternated between a slow pace and then quickened as the need pulsed through both of us.

I grabbed his neck and spun us around so I was on top of him, because I wanted to watch him underneath me. I needed to see the look on his face as I took him in like the good little slut I was being.

His fingers pinched at my nipples as I ran my hand through my hair while bobbing on top of him.

“Your cock was made for me,” I told him, reaching up into the air as if I was grabbing onto an invisible bar to hold me up. I was in my own little world now—giving and receiving pleasure.

“I’ve never seen such a perfect woman in my entire life.” He moaned as his hands trailed down my skin. We were the perfect combination of darkness and light—both existed within each other.

His fingers circled the entrance to my cunt, and I could feel the build-up inside of me.

He then lifted me off him like I was a feather, and I was startled by the sudden stop.

“This again?” I heaved, and he only laughed.

He walked over to the oversized chair in the corner where he splayed out, then patted his lap.

“I want to watch you as you come on top of me.”

I huffed, but obliged as I stepped over to him. His hand went up immediately to stop me.

“Nuh-uh. On your hands and knees.” He said leaning down so he was eye level with me. “Crawl to me.”

I gave him a smirk as I dropped to the floor, my gaze never leaving his. Languidly, I moved one arm forward and my knees followed.

“Like this, Daddy?” I asked, pursing my lips for him. He groaned, something so deep within him as I crawled all the way to where he was sitting.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Now show me what a good girl you are and take my dick like my dirty little slut.”

I huffed and opened my mouth as wide as I could, letting his cock touch the back of my throat, gagging at his mere girth and length as his thrust impaled me.

My eyes couldn’t help but look up at him. When our gazes met, there was a fire burning so deep from within him, he didn’t move them from me.

“Perfect seems like a waste of a word to describe the way you look right now, on your knees in front of me sucking me down so well.” I licked the pre-cum around his cock as I continued to bob up and down. My hands circling around his balls, giving them a small tug.

Right as he clenched inside of me, on the precipice of exploding, I edged him by pulling my mouth away. He let out a disappointed moan, but I stood up and wrapped my legs on either side of his body.

“Fuck me,” I begged. He looked around frantically.

“What?” I snapped.

“A condom?” I let out a laugh because all of a sudden he was worried about that?

“I’m on birth control and my last screening was negative because . . . well . . . yeah.”

“Same—” I stopped him, letting the tip of his dick touch my clit.

“Not now,” I demanded because I needed this release more than anything. I was getting grumpy from not being allowed to come all night long, so I was going to take what I needed from him.

I lowered myself onto him, grabbing his shoulders for stability on the way down. I thrust onto him as I rolled my hips back and forth, letting his entire length fill me up.

“I need this,” I demanded. God I was so fucking close after being edged, chased, and fucked all night long.

I could feel the build-up happening as I dove deeper with my body, his hands holding me at my hip-dips as his mouth sucked and tugged on my nipples. My back was arched, aiding in his cock slamming against my G-spot.

“Rain,” I cried aloud. “Oh god, Rain.” I repeated as my orgasm rolled through me.

“Mi pareja,” he sobbed as we came at the same time, exploding into our own pleasure.

As the wave of bliss powered through me, I fell against his chest and he pulled out while lifting me up and placing me over onto the bed, which felt like a cloud.

When I didn’t feel the weight of his body next to me, I got up, then heard the familiar sound of the bath running.

That’s when I saw him in all his postcoital blissed-out state. His hair was disheveled all around him, the muscles in his body were tense and his veins were pulsing as if he’d done an intense workout.

“Come,” he murmured, gesturing to me to follow him into the connected en suite. The bathroom was unlike the rest of the house. It was modern, spacious, large, and covered in quartz.

“Whoa. This house must have cost a fortune.” He laughed as he stopped the tub from filling any more.

“That’s the first thing you’re going to say?” he asked just as a smirk exploded onto my face, or maybe it’d been there a while.

I dropped into the tub as he leaned over the side, cupping his hands to fill them with water and splash it over me.

It was a huge tub, made for two, so I asked him if he wanted to come in.

“There’s plenty of room?” I added.

“Mmm?” Rain mused. “You want me to come in?”

I simply shrugged.

“Scoot up.” I felt Rain’s hard—literally—body everywhere, sloshing the water around before he settled in behind me. I leaned back on him, and he wrapped his arms around me.

“I, er, thank you,” I whispered.

“For what?” he mused and pressed wet kisses along my collarbone.

“Understanding,” I said, as if that one word held the weight of a thousand in my hands.

“We don’t have to use labels, we can go as slow as you need, and I can’t promise I won’t fuck up along the way, but I just want you in my life, Ember.” He sighed, pausing before whispering, “The eight months I didn’t have you were the scariest of my life. I asked Santiago for a daily update to make sure you were okay and now knowing what you were going through I think I’ll spend my entire life trying to make it up to you.”

“But you were suffering, too,” I whispered. “And we grieved in different ways. I am good at running away from my problems, hiding in a closet, whereas you experienced sadness by taking control to please others.” He seemed to agree.

We sat there in the warmth of the bath, Rain pouring some water over me.

“Are you going to run away?” His voice sounded so different, so scared. “They all run away from me . . .”

“What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t enough for Ash, not enough for my dad who felt like he needed to protect his family so much so to get involved with Mr. Ortiz and . . . er, your mom.”

I nodded.

“Everyone fucking leaves me, Ember. Why wouldn’t I assume you would, too?”

I turned my head so I could look him in the eyes. “I don’t want to leave, Rain. I am fucking terrified, but that doesn’t mean I want to run away.”

I jumped out of the bath, surprise washing over his face as I wrapped myself in a towel.

“Give me the papers,” I demanded.

“The . . . what?” His face scrunched at my sudden outburst.

“The fucking papers.” I huffed, irritated he didn’t know what I was asking about.

“Ember, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Rain said as he got out of the bath and grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it on his lower self. Momentarily, I got distracted by his fucking abs, but my attention snapped back to him when he chuckled.

“The house title,” I demanded, but it was really hard not to stare at his chest.

“You can touch, princesa. You don’t have to continually stare.” I rolled my eyes.

“Just take me to them.”

He walked downstairs ahead of me, his shoulder blades flexing with each step he took. Damn, who knew shoulders could be so hot.

He went to the coffee table where he’d set the papers earlier and handed them to me. I looked them over and then back up at him.

“Gimme a pen,” I demanded.

“Ember, you shouldn’t sign something like this without talking to a lawyer. Why don’t you sleep on it—”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

He chuckled.

“No, ma’am,” he said, and then came back from the kitchen with a black pen. His hand grabbed my wrist just as I was about to sign on the dotted line, and I looked back up at him. “Are you sure?”

“I don’t want to run away anymore,” I whispered and then just as his hand released me, I signed the title of the house.

“We have to get these notarized, but otherwise this house is yours now as much as it is mine.” He smiled . . . like a genuine happy smile, something I hadn’t seen in a while. He crossed the distance between us, and his left hand slid over the small of my waist.

“There you are,” he murmured, his fingertips lifting, touching the edge of my smile. “I missed this.”

And in that moment, I realized I hadn’t smiled like this in so long. Nothing had felt this right in a year. Absolutely nothing. It finally felt like I’d found the puzzle piece I’d lost along the way. The last little part of me I needed to get in order to complete myself. Now, if only I could figure out where it fit into the bigger puzzle.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” Rain whispered, and we walked upstairs.

Rain gently tucked me into his bed—our bed—before sliding in next to me and wrapping me in his arms the same way he’d done a couple weeks ago. This felt far more intimate than letting him chase me around naked in the orchards.

Yet, it also felt so much more at home.