Page 157 of Hell Breaks Loose

An aura that soaks through every fiber of my being.

Elation. Pure joy.

Her shirt follows, showing me a hint of those magnificent orbs, spilling over the top of the lace and silk. Then it’s gone, and I can barely breathe.

That’s what people mean by breathtaking.

And then I know, somehow I know I’ve been with her this way, seen her before. Except this feels like the first time. So new. Utterly scintillating.

Our kissing resumes, the taste of her tongue branding the inside of my mouth. So I push back, seeking the taste of her lips, sucking, biting in response as she bites me, a smile playing across her face.

“Yes… just like that, Ev.”

Fuck me, I’m so done. I was done the minute I saw her.

The buttons on her pants pop, then mine, the zipper snapping down. Every movement is economic, quick. I need to touch her, to feel her thick curves in my hands.

The thin strap of soft blue material that barely covers her now seems almost silly.

Yet the fact that I can’t see everything yet riles something in me.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I gasp, swooping in again, lifting her onto the table, dragging my shorts down, tugging at her panties.

“Evan… take me,” she moans. And I cannot refuse her. To hear those words from her mouth in real life…

I know I should wait. I should take my time and be gentle.

She stops me with a thumb and finger on my jaw, tilting my chin up to look at her. She’s going to tell me to slow down, to stop.

“Evan. Don’t hold back. Do whatever you need to do. I’m yours.”

My eyes widen at the permission.

And I’m through.

Her fingers encircle my painfully hard cock, gripping just tight enough, working along my length. The tickle of her touch on that smooth, delicate skin erupts through me in waves of excitement.

Even more so when she lines me up with her center, spreading her legs wide.

And I see the full scope of her stunning beauty.

The soft lines waving down her body, the curve of her belly and hips. Thighs that demand my fingers squeeze them, the delicious excess spilling through my fingers.

Then the world is bathed in plush, velvet warmth.

I can only feel the inner walls of her sacred entrance.

Where I belong. Where I am complete.

Her hips tilt once on the table, angling forward and taking me fully into her depths.

Pulling me like a sweet undertow into her heaven. Nothing will ever compare to the rapture of her embrace.

I feel myself falling, and all I can do is let go, passion boiling over as I thrust into her again and again.

Hellena

Evan’s dark eyes never leave mine as he drives himself home. It’s exploratory, just like his kisses. Like he’s never experienced any of it before.

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