Page 82 of Snitches and Serpents

Then he slams into me.

I throw my head back again as pleasure spears through me.

Still keeping a firm grip on my hips, he pulls out and then thrusts in deep again.

Incoherent moans tumble out of my mouth.

Oh God, how is it even possible for someone who is so wrong to feel so right?

I suck in uneven breaths as Tristan starts up a hard pace. The muscles in my raised leg ache from being forced into such an unnatural position, but it only makes the pleasure inside me grow even more intense. I squeeze my hands into fists, trying desperately to obey his command and keep them above my head. But all I want to do is to rake them through his hair and then drag them down his muscled back.

My body jerks back and forth on the smooth sheets as Tristan fucks me like he owns every inch of my trembling body.

Tension builds inside me until I can barely see straight.

His possessive hands remain firmly on my hips as he holds me steady while he pounds into me. I writhe and moan and flex my fingers as the incredible friction sends electricity crackling up my spine with every dominant thrust.

My soul vibrates with pent-up need.

“Oh God,” I beg as the tension reaches unbearable levels. “Please. Please. I?—”

Release explodes through me.

A breathless scream rips from my lungs as pleasure pulses through my every vein. My inner walls flutter and my pussy tightens around his cock as he continues fucking me through the orgasm until I think my heart is going to give out from the sheer intensity of it.

His fingers tighten around my hips, and a dark moan tears from his lungs.

I drag in a shuddering breath as release slams into him as well, making his cock pulse inside me.

My brain has left my body. The only thing left inside me is the sweeping waves of pleasure and the electrifying feeling of Tristan’s dominant hands on my body and his thick cock buried deep inside me. I stare up into his eyes, so full of pleasure that it takes my breath away. I don’t ever want this moment to end.

I want to feel this free, this perfectly imperfect, this powerful, forever.

I want to shatter all the fake masks and just scream and breathe and laugh and live and fuck and just feel everything.

I want that. I want this.

Tristan leans down and steals a kiss from my lips before resting his forehead against mine. His chest heaves as badly as mine does.

My brain is still floating high up in the clouds, drunk on pleasure and freedom.

Though somewhere in there, at the back of my mind, a little voice is telling me that there is something I should be doing right now. Something important.

But I can’t for the life of me remember what.

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TRISTAN

My heart slams against my ribs as I untie the chain from around the bedpost and lower Elle’s leg back down to the mattress. Then I collapse down on the bed next to her. It creaks underneath my weight.

Fucking hell, it feels as if my entire soul is pulsing with lingering pleasure. I don’t know what it is about her but she somehow makes me feel so alive. So free, in a way that I usually never do. Maybe it’s because I never have to pretend with her. Never have to put on a mask. Because she already knows about both sides of me. The nerd and the ruthless punisher.

Tilting my head to the side, I study her from the corner of my eye. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, as if she’s still trying to catch her breath, and there is a dazed expression on her beautiful face as she stares up into the ceiling.

My gaze slips down her naked body for a second, and my heart jerks yet again. I’ve never seen her naked before. And fucking hell, she’s gorgeous.

Fire sears through my veins again.

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