Wilder took his time, flicking his finger back and forth across my clit. It was still extremely sensitive from before and I gasped, almost involuntarily jerking away.

He knew as he seemed to with everything else about me, his fingers wrapping around my arm to keep me from fleeing.

As if I could go far.

A strange understanding that it wouldn’t matter where I went, the man would find me popped into my mind.

He was so tender, his actions romantically gentle, but I had a feeling that was a façade or perhaps the only foreplay he’d ever offer. I sensed his needs increasing, his heavy breathing a dead giveaway.

I wasn’t certain how much longer he continued caressing my skin, but the softness of his touch allowed me to be lulled into a peaceful moment. My eyes were closed, my fingers relaxed around the thick railings.

But the moment he dug his fingers into my hips, yanking me back by a foot, I was once again wide awake and alert.

He was no longer interested in providing some fantasy of a romantic moment. He simply thrust his cock deep into my pussy, holding his cock inside as it swelled and pulsed against my muscles.

“Oh!” I threw my head back, trying to take a deep inhale while the sensations prickled every inch of my skin. The man knew me far too well and that alone should be disturbing.

But I’d never been so aroused in my entire life.

Panting, I rose onto my toes as soon as he pulled out, plunging into me again. The force was brutal, driving my waist into the edge of the railing.

If he cared, I wouldn’t know. His actions were far too intense, his concentration blocking out everything. He continued thrusting, the sound of his skin slamming against mine filtering into the breeze around us.

I opened my legs even wider, tilting my head so the wind could cool my face. Beads of perspiration trickled down both sides, my heart thudding like a monotonous sledgehammer.

There was nothing like the feeling of being completely breathless. And the air I needed to breathe was infused with his scent.

So dark.

So musky.

I was lost in a sweet lull as he pushed me even harder. Even the pain from him digging his nails into my hips was exquisite.

I bit back a laugh, stretching my back as much as possible.

As expected, he smacked his hand across my backside not once, but several times and just from him doing so, I was thrown into another incredible orgasm.

I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Dear God, the electricity was so intense, my mind blown by the sparks like fireworks going off in my system. Every growl he issued was more savage than the one before and the sound added to the ambiance.

The climax refused to stop, a single one slamming into another until I could no longer breathe.

“Oh, God.” They were the only two words I managed and when he slowed, I flopped over the edge of the railing.