Page 27 of Hell Breaks Loose

It’s feral, violent, primal.

And I funnel every bit of the pent-up rage that’s been useless the past two weeks into that sensation.

My muscles burn with our efforts, straining to hold tight to the table as he pounds me. And in turn, I push myself back into him, drawing him into me with every fiber of my being.

It’s the closest I’ll get to feeling complete again.

So I don’t waste it.

“Hella, you’re gonna make me?—”

“Mmm, yes… harder, harder!” I hiss out through my clenched teeth, bracing for the onslaught of my first climax, knowing that he’ll ride it out, that he’ll push me to another if I pace things right.

It’s the only thought in my mind as I soar off the first cliff, my inner thighs trembling with convulsions, drenching my fingers in sex as I join Tell’s fingers, reaching around to circle my apex, firing off another series of explosions behind my eyes.

He’s always been electric, a fucking thousand volts of lightning to my circuits.

And he knows just how to jolt my whole system.

Dragging himself out, I feel him slide down behind me, gripping me as I shudder in the aftershocks.

“I need to taste you,” he breathes onto my flushed, soaked skin, lashing my core with his tongue, zapping my senses.

Pressing my face into the cool metal of the table, I watch my breath fog on the reflective surface, reveling in the sheer bliss of his tongue along every crevice and fold of my sex, toying with my clit, driving me to mind-numbing heights.

I roll my hips back, pressing my cheeks into his face as he buries his tongue inside me, and grin ear to ear as I hear him groan behind me, delighting in me.

There’s nothing in the whole fucking world but his tongue, his fingers.

Just the fact that he’s devouring me, worshiping every inch of me with his mouth takes me to a state that rides the edge of oblivion, threatening to drive me over again and again.

But Tell’s always known how to make me work for it.

How to keep me hanging on until I’m transcendent.

That aura washes over me as he presses one finger, then another onto that certain spot, the gathering of every nerve ending that makes me go nuts.

And just when I think that’s it, that I can’t handle a second more, another single ounce of ecstasy, he hikes my legs over his shoulders, latching onto my clit with his lips and hammering the center of my lust with two fingers, just hard enough, just fast enough, to send me to fucking Valhalla.

My knees bend, my heels tapping against my butt as he speeds up, fluttering that maniacal tongue. He has be bent nearly backwards in half as I come undone, and the flex of my body at that angle makes the submission earth shattering. I can’t move, I can’t even writhe, as a massive wave hits me full force.

I can’t even scream.

Until I’m on the other side, what feels like minutes later, shivers cascading down every synapse.

Tell eases me down, rolling me onto my back, letting my heaving chest catch a hint of cold air. His hair is down over his face as he huffs a little laugh, wiping my glorious mess off his chin.

Clasping his hand, I draw him toward me, pressing his fingers into my mouth, tasting what he did to me there.

“Tell… I need more…”

“Whatever you need, Hell. I love you.” He slumps over me for a moment, taking his time on one nipple, then the other.

I hate myself when I don't say it back. When I can’t.

I just nod, humming my affirmation, my desire.

And bless this man, he just goes along with it, scooping me up and wrapping those long, ripped arms around my middle, settling himself into me again and planting me firmly against the cool wall across the room.

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