Page 137 of The Darkest Chase

This frantic pace turns us bestial, two animals fighting to find out who comes first.

We clutch our bodies, rolling, thrusting, building to a tortured frenzy.

The movement feels like sword thrusts, and I only crave more violence.

More!

My hips slam hers faster, harder, chasing something always out of reach, pulling her with me, taking us both higher—no.

Taking us low.

Down into the nameless darkness, the strangest heat, the thrill that shouldn’t be right, yet can’t be wrong when we’re in this together.

She’s flushed scarlet with passion.

Her eyes are dazed and nearly closed, yet there’s no doubt there. No fear.

Only raw pleasure and sheer surrender to the end.

And when the end comes, it’s a fucking cataclysm.

Volcanic.

A finish made from vicious lashes, dragging me down in jolting rushes as I bury my cock so deep, so deep, and fucking fill her.

I come so hard my vision blurs.

I mark her inside the same way I did to her skin, making sure she feels me pouring into her and painting her with come.

Her greedy pussy wrings every drop from my balls.

She takes it with a moan, wrapped around me, still begging even as I see that beautiful instant when she collapses.

I feel it as her legs lock around me, milking every last shiver from my body, torturing me and dragging a groan from my throat.

Together, we’re two monsters in heat, hell-bent on sating our lusts.

Lust.

Is that still what this is?

The thought barely has a chance to settle before she pulls me down with another needy kiss.

Then the last screaming wave of pleasure roars over me and robs my senses blind.

“So, I’ve made a decision,” Talia says as she sprawls on top of me lazily. “I’m going to need more high-necked shirts.”

I’ve barely left the haze of animalistic sex and I’m laughing. What the hell is going on?

I don’t know what I expected after that.

Tension.

Silence.

Regret.

Maybe for her to be horrified that we were capable of being so crazy, so violent. It wouldn’t be the first time.

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