Free Immortally Embraced by angie fox Page A

clear, “this is just the Great Divide?”
    “Yes.” He brushed his lips over mine once, twice. “Maybe.”
    I was tired of fighting.
    He nudged my lips open. I reveled in the hungry sweep of his tongue. This is what I’d needed, what I’d missed so desperately. Marc, straightforward and brave, vibrant and alive.
    He moaned, threading his fingers through my hair.
    A rush of desire slammed into me. He deepened the kiss. Or maybe that was me.
    We pushed against each other, raw, sensual. The kiss intensified until we shoved against each other, wanting it, needing it.
    I hadn’t decided this, I hadn’t wanted this, I—
    His breath came heavy and harsh against my mouth. “Goddamn it,” he ground against me.
    I could feel him—all of him—hard and ready. My head swam and my pulse raced. I’d tried to forget this. Didn’t want to remember. “Was it ever this hot?”
    His jaw was tight. “Yes,” he ground out.
    His chest shone with a thin sheen of sweat. His cock jutted against the thin cotton of my pants. I ran my tongue over his collarbone, tasting the salt.
    I wanted to touch him, to feel the weight of him in my hand.
    Holy hell, I was a crazy person. I needed to stop, think, sing a tune. Anything.
    Instead my fingers found his chest, his stomach, the dip of muscle at his hip. His breath hitched, or maybe it was mine.
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
    This wasn’t just the lava or the energy or the Great Divide. This was me and I knew it.
    I didn’t need to be getting involved with Marc. I didn’t want to use him. It would only bring pain for both of us. I couldn’t have him. I shouldn’t even want him.
    Walk away.
    I could do it. It wasn’t too late to back off. Step away. Fling myself off this fricking rock if I had to. I dug my forehead against the curve of his shoulder and slammed my eyes shut.
    “Petra.” His voice was rough.
    Stop, Petra.
    Leave me alone, Petra.
    I don’t love you, Petra.
    Say it. Say any of it.
    “Do it,” he hissed as I inched my hand lower.
    “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” I couldn’t have him. Ever.
    And before I could think of a reason why not, he drew me up for a biting kiss. I didn’t want to think anymore. I wanted to touch him, drive him, push him to the wall. Revel in the fact that this man wanted me.
    It was stupid and it was wrong and I knew a hundred reasons why I should walk away right now, but I couldn’t.
    The energy sizzled over my skin, the desire.
    His breath scalded my cheek. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop. Touch me. Now. Just this once.”
    I reached down and took all of him, hot and heavy, in my hand.
    He pitched forward as raw desire tore from his throat.
    Damn. I forgot how much I loved his cock.
    He groaned as I cupped him at the base and stroked his entire length. I palmed his balls as he leaned heavy against me, his breath ragged against my hair.
    He was amazing, thick, hard, beautiful. My thumb found pre-cum beading on his slit. I slicked it over the head of his cock and felt the sudden urge to taste it.
    His hands on my hips tightened. “Remember my three-story walk-up near Snug Harbor?” he rasped.
    It was a dump, and the air-conditioning hardly worked. “It’s one of my favorite places on Earth.”
    We’d sneak up to the roof on steamy summer nights and listen to the sound of jazz in the distance as we rode each other for hour after desperate, groaning, glorious hour.
    I ran my tongue just under one nipple. He tasted salty, fevered. “I want to suck your cock.”
    “Sweet Jesus.” He threw his head back as I skimmed down his chest, his abs, his—
    “Petra!” He pulled me up as rocks tumbled across the ground at our feet. My head spun with the suddenness of it. My body screamed at the loss. Before I could put a thought together, he already had me tucked behind him. “Stay back,” he said, as we faced one of the largest men I’d seen in my life.
    His eyes were fiery, wild. He was at least seven feet tall if he was an inch, with