Page 75 of Run From Me

This moment, as his cock slid against my slit, spreading me and prodding at my entrance, was everything.

He was everything I shouldn’t have tempted. Everything I shouldn’t have wanted. Except now I realized what my addiction was.

It was him. Him and the way he made my entire body come to life.

I arched my back as he slid the thick head of his cock past my tight entrance, stretching me, and I let him claim me again.

I was so wet, there was no resistance. I wanted him so badly that when he thrust himself inside me, burying his length deep in my core, I moaned at the relief of finally having him fill me. I moaned at the way he rubbed against the sensitive nerves and somehow had me halfway to my next orgasm when I’d barely come down from the last one.

“Xander, you’re the devil.”

He held himself above me as he controlled the rhythm. Controlled me.

“And you’re my angel,” he said.

Those words were nonsensical, and I wanted to prove my point.

I wrapped my leg over his hip and pushed against his chest. I was certain, had he not wanted to, I never would have moved him, but he let me and rolled, putting me on top.

“Oh, Xander. I’m not anyone’s angel.”

I let all the anger and fear and heartbreak that had been packed away in tidy little bags within my soul flow out of me as I rode him like my next orgasm would wash away everything.

His hands gripped my hips, and even as I rocked back and forth, he still commanded my body.

I moaned as his length pressed deep inside me. Every shift of my hips was a stroke right where I wanted him. My hands were pressed down against his chest as I rode him, watching as his eyes grew hungrier with every shift. The more he watched me, the hungrier that gaze was and the more I wanted to feel. The more confidence I had to do what I wanted. I slid my hands over my body, chasing the heat burning along my skin. His dilated pupils followed as I slid my hands higher, gripping my breasts and squeezing, begging to feel more.

“Fuck me, Xander. Use my body. Do everything to me, just don’t leave me.”

The words were out of my mouth before I could forget to think them. They were out there, and the growl that filled the room had me forgetting my own name in the next breath.

“Never, Calliope. I will never leave you.”

He flipped us again; my back pressed against the bed as he slammed his cock into me hard and fast the next second, stealing all the air inside my lungs.

“You…”

He slammed himself inside me again and again, and between gritted teeth, he finally finished the sentence hanging between us.

“Are my forever.”

His lips pressed down on mine as he created a desperate, needy pace that had me exploding around him again and again, making me forget I needed air to live because right then, all it felt like I needed was Xander. All I wanted was Xander.

He left my lips, letting me gasp for air as his pace grew brutal and exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to use me. I wanted to be his everything. I wanted to calm whatever storm he hid away from me.

The world seemed to grow bright and dim as my body continued to take him even as my pussy throbbed from one orgasm to the next. If this was heaven, maybe I could believe there was a god. And if this was hell? He could torture me for his own needs.

“Xander,” I begged between gasps.

He grabbed my leg and pushed it over his shoulder, and that might have been the moment I lost to a darkness that seemed more like light, but his cock hit me deeper and harder.

“Come for me again, princess, and I’ll spill all of me inside you.”

He didn’t have to ask because I didn’t have a choice as I cried out one last time, and this time, I felt his body tense over mine. Through the haze I felt him release himself inside me before he shifted us as he collapsed with me in his arms and both of us were desperate for air.

The last thing I heard before I let my eyelids close was this: “Cali. You’re my heaven.”

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