Page 71 of Dare To Live

Arabella

Eli’s tongue duels for dominance with mine, the flicker of vulnerability I’d seen in his eyes seconds ago forgotten in the heat of his mouth. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I hook them behind his ass and pull him deeper inside me.

He thrusts into me and there’s nothing gentle about it. It’s as though he’s caught up in the same driving dark desire that consumes me when I’m around him. He pulls away from the kiss.

“No,” I bring his lips back to mine.

His low groan in the back of his throat sets every inch of my skin on fire. I tangle my fingers in his long hair, desperate to have him even closer.

This.

This is what I’ve missed. What I’ve wanted.

All this wild, turbulent heat between us. It’s never been the same with anyone else. When we’re together like this, everything combusts into a fiery, primal need that neither of us can control.

Eli breaks the kiss, his expression tight with focus. “This, Kitten. This is what you can’t have with anyone else.” His words mirror my thoughts.

The truth is, he’s right, and for one brief second, that terrifies me before I’m overwhelmed with sensation. He moves over and into me at a punishing pace. I writhe beneath him, matching his rhythm. His lips find the side of my neck, sucking at the skin hard enough to leave a mark. He flicks his tongue and then bites down until I gasp.

My brain goes haywire, and a strangled sob tears from my mouth as I orgasm.

“That’s it, Kitten. Give it to me.” His voice is rough.

My nails run down his back, digging into the muscles flexing underneath them as he continues to thrust into me.

When I climax a second time, he swallows the sound with his mouth, and with a few hard thrusts, he shudders, finishing inside me. Dazed, and panting, I go limp under him, my whole body melting into the mattress.

He lowers his head, his cheek resting against my breasts, and I curl my fingers in his hair, lying beneath him, high on post-sex bliss.

Why does his weight always feel so good on top of me?

I smile dreamily at the thought.

Eli kisses the top of my breast. “Still with me?”

I sigh. “Hmmm.”

He chuckles and kisses his way up to my shoulder. “Sleepy?”

“I’m sure you can think of ways to keep me awake.”

“Oh, I can.” He eases out of me. “Stay right there, and don’t move.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

He crawls off the bed and walks toward a door, treating me to the sight of his perfect ass and the tattoos covering the scars on his back. As he disappears through it, I close my eyes, enjoying the pleasurable hum still radiating through my body.

I’ve never been able to orgasm with the same intensity as I do when Eli is inside me. No vibrator has been invented that’s able to match what he does to me. It’s as though his dick has magic all its own. I giggle at the thought.

“What’s so funny?”

I open my eyes to discover him standing at the end of the bed, holding a cloth. “Nothing.”

He bends and wipes the wet cloth between my legs, cleaning up the mess we’ve made. “It made you smile. I want to know what it is.”

I’m still high and floaty from the sex we’ve just had, and I giggle again. “That your dick is magical.”

Amusement glitters in his gaze. “I fuck you once, and you’re already addicted?”

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