Page 127 of Wicked Dreams

His tongue plunges into me again.

Something animalistic claws out of me. I roll my hips into it. His finger takes over where his tongue left off, and he sucks hard on my clit.

I shatter. The orgasm explodes through me, my vision going white and fuzzy. I grab his head as he sucks and sucks. My body trembles in the aftershock.

But instead of stopping… he keeps going. His finger pushes in and out, a steady, quick rhythm.

“I can’t do that again.” My arms are jelly. I let myself fall back on the counter.

“No.” He hauls me upright.

He undoes the button of his pants, and we both look down at his erection. There’s a bead of liquid glistening on the head of his cock.

He rolls on a condom, then notches at my entrance. There’s a pressure there, the beginning of a stretch, and fear bleeds through my lust.

Is this going to hurt?

He grips the back of my neck, drawing my face down to his. He kisses me at the same time that he thrusts into me.

The pain of it is…shocking. Eye-opening.

I gasp into his mouth, and he only pauses for a fraction of a second. Surely, he felt that. The deep pressure, a ripping away of innocence.

“You’ve always been mine,” he says against my lips. “This just fucking confirms it.”

I wrap my legs around his hips. We’re at the perfect angle. The perfect height.

And the fact that he didn’t just freak out on me lifts a weight off my chest. I never said…

Well, it doesn’t matter. After a few seconds of discomfort—an alien feeling, something beinginside—he moves. And then no thought in my head matters.

“I don’t want gentle,” I tell him.

“Good thing, because my self-control is about to go out the window.” He slams into me, filling me completely.

In the back of my mind, I knew we wouldn’t be able to doeasy. Just like we wouldn’t doslow.

We’re fast and reckless and wild.

I dig my nails into his skin. He relentlessly hammers into me. A tingling feeling picks up in my lower abdomen, and my teeth tear his lower lip. My heart is beating so fast, it might take flight.

“Scream,” he orders. He flicks my clit.

This orgasm is violent, a tsunami force. Better—or worse—than the first one. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. It’s made better by the way my muscles have something to squeeze around.

He presses on my clit, but he never stops moving. The slide of him in and out creates a new feeling… I let my head fall back and I do what he wants.I scream.

I yell his name, my thighs tensing around him, until my voice disappears. Until the pleasure finally releases me, one hot finger at a time.

He quickens, then abruptly stops. He groans, spilling inside me. His lips track along the top of my shoulder. We stay like that for a long moment, wrapped around each other.

His pulse hammers through our connection.

He pulls out slowly, and I wince.

There’s blood on the condom, on my thighs, on the counter.

He touches my cheek, and his finger swipes under my eye. “You’re beautiful.”

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