Page 18 of Hearts Of Darkness

“Stop!” I cry, but there’s a lack of passion behind my plea. My senses are exploding from the heat and the length of him pressed tight against my bare skin. That beat is back, cascading like an avalanche between my legs.

His erection lies heavy and thick between us as he starts grinding his body into mine. He wrenches my arms above my head and holds them captive there, kissing me hungrily, nipping at my lower lip, demanding entry, and then overwhelming my mouth with his tongue. Before I know it, my legs are parting to increase the friction, and I’m kissing him back with the same intensity.

“Are you a virgin,mi alma?” he demands harshly.

I shake my head, and I watch his eyes narrow and darken. I’ve disappointed him with my reply. I’m not as pure as his endearment suggests.

There’s a new roughness to his touch. It’s like he’s punishing me for it. He releases my hands to work his mouth down my body, tasting every part of me, pausing to feast on my nipples, and dividing his time equally until they’re both tender and sore.

I’m cut adrift on a golden haze of sensations until I feel his breath between my legs. Startled, I try to twist away from him.It’s too intimate.But he just forces my thighs wider apart as his tongue follows an unflinching line up through my folds before circling my clit.

Retracing his route, he rims my opening and then drives his tongue deep inside me as his fingers move higher to continue the pressure.

“Oh my God!”

I’m writhing beneath him, driving my heels into the mattress in a bid to control the chaos threatening to devour me.No, no, no. Why is my body acting like this? I hate him. I hate him.Still, I dig my fingers into his hair and arch my back as he continues his assault. My core is burning with a delicious fire, and I can feel myself skidding closer and closer to that precipice…

With a cry, I come harder than I ever have before, grinding my pussy into his mouth as the waves of pleasure tear my soul apart.

He returns to my lips, kissing me crudely, viciously. Giving me no time at all to recover. I can taste the sweetness of my arousal on his lips. His stubble is smarting my skin.

“Give yourself to me,” he orders, settling himself between my legs, his erection gliding over my opening. I’m so wet for him, and he knows it.

“Yes,” I gasp out, pushing all thoughts of betrayal and shame aside.

In response, he powers forward on a single, brutal thrust. He’s as hard as stone and big.Too big. I scream in pain, and he freezes, hovering over me, my face imprisoned between his massive forearms, his dark eyes scorching into mine.

A look of understanding passes between us that shocks me even more than the intensity of my orgasm. It’s the hint—a whisper—of a budding connection that goes way beyond this bedroom.

“Relax, Eve,” he soothes, swaying his hips from side to side, loosening my core and sliding in even deeper. “I’ll only hurt you if you don’t.”

“It’s too much,” I whimper, placing my palms against hischest.Him, his touch, the strength of this bad desire.

“You’re wrong, my angel… We’re only just getting started.”

Another look passes between us, and in that moment, I believe every word he says.

Easing out of me, his next thrust is much less violent. Pain starts to intermingle with pleasure as he continues to move at this new, measured pace—acquainting our bodies, and deliberately hitting a sweet spot inside me that’s flooding my core with need.

His stamina never wavers. The heat of his skin is skimming across mine and creating the kind of friction I can’t get enough of.

My stomach muscles are coiling again, and then I’m crashing, headfirst, into a wall of pleasure. At the same time, I hear him groaning long and deep into my hair. There’s a sharp jerk of his hips as he comes too, his cock lengthening and thickening as he works his climax into me.

He pauses to rest his forehead against mine, intermingling the sweat from his brow with my own. “I’m not done yet,mi alma,” he murmurs, and before I can stop him, he’s flipping me over and the smooth head of his cock is pushing up against my sex again. My eyes flutter open in shock. Despite his orgasm, he’s still rock-hard.

Positioning himself, he drives back into me. I’m on all fours, my hands fisting the sheets beneath me, as he starts to move—his powerful thrusts jolting my body forward.

There’s no preamble here. I’m under no illusions as to what this is—cold, hard, fucking—but the skill with which he’s taking my body is fragmenting my every thought. There’s nothing but the feel of him, the smell…

Minutes. Hours. I have no idea how long he takes me like this, but time will never be my enemy here. Not when he’s forcing me on through these constant waves of delirium. Every nerve is screaming, aching. My breath is ragged and uneven. And still this relentless pounding.

My arms are tiring. I can barely support myself. My knees keep slipping out from under me, and only his vise-like grip on my hips is holding me steady, until finally,finally, he comes with a guttural roar.

Collapsing forward against the headboard, we stay locked together for ages, his breath lacing the nape of my neck, the air around us pulsing with sex and sweat; the room silent, save the sound of our pounding hearts.

There are no words, no adjectives, to describe the power of what just happened. It feels like this man, this maleficent devil, has shattered my body into a million pieces.

His weight is crushing me, but I’m too weak to push him away. He seems to realize this as well. Sliding out of me, he guides me back down to the bed until I’m splayed out on my front. He tucks the sheet around my lower back and kisses my bare shoulder. He starts to say something, but his words fuse with my exhaustion, and I’m fast asleep before he finishes.

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