Page 133 of When the Woods Go Silent

Harder and deeper he drives, an earthquake and a tornado spinning me in circles until I barely know my up from my down. My entire body tightens and curls in anticipation of the next release. It’s going to be the best one I’ve ever had. I’m so close to nirvana I can taste it.

And then he freaking stops, pulling out and laying the hot weight of his cock on my belly as his hand tightens around my wrists.

A whimper slips out of my mouth, and my hips buck, trying to find a way to bring him back inside.

“I saidbeg,” Torrence growls, leaning down and biting down on one nipple so hard I squeak out his name, wondering if he’s drawn blood. He sucks the pain away, and this is no longer a moment of playing games with my pride. It’s one of desperation, and I want this orgasm more than I want to be in charge.

“Please, Torrence,” I manage.

“Please what?” He bites the other nipple, the pain like a streak of lightning down my stomach and straight to my core.He slips his cock back in my aching pussy, and I feel my inner muscles wrap him tightly.

“Please... please make me come,” I beg, staring up at him with unashamed need. He’s filling me up so full, but he won’t move a damn inch.

“I already did that. What else?”

I make a desperate noise, my eyes going wider. What else? What does he want? Then he gives the tiniest of thrusts, pinning every bit of my attention right back on the most important part of my body right now.

“Please... please fuck me? Hard” I can’t help but let my words sound like a question as embarrassment flushes my cheeks, but the fiery flash in his eyes tells me I chose well.

“That’ll do, kitten,” he rumbles, finally beginning to move again.

Torrence keeps my wrists pinned above my head and slides his other arm beneath my lower back, wrapping me to him as he lowers himself back onto my body, crushing the air from my chest with his solid muscle. But the friction. Oh, Goddess, the friction and the slick of his skin on my heat. My eyes roll back in my head as he begins to move again, every inch of his body rubbing something sensitive on mine.

“Yes, yes, oh, Goddess, yes,” I chant, in time to his powerful thrusts. My legs draw up to give him even deeper access, and a real, animal noise purrs from his throat as he ruts against me.

“Say it. Say it again,” he rasps, a constellation of frost spreading across my skin as he begins to tremble.

“Fuck me so hard,” I pant, my breath barely enough as he bears down on me. The words spill from my mouth like I’m used to saying them. “Torrence, yes.Harder.” My heels grind into his ass, and I feel his body tense around me as he finds his ledge and drags us both over it, my name wrenching from his lips oncemore as he hoists my hips a few inches, changing his angle just enough to hit me where it hurts so good.

My neck arches back, and I watch in wonder as perfect snowflakes begin to drift down from the ceiling. Their tiny pricks of ice dance across the heat of my skin as I come harder than any human man has ever made me come. I forget how to breathe, lose track of time, and decide I never want to come down from this high.

Torrence takes his liberty and draws the pleasure out and out andout, until my body is boneless and aching, and I’m nearly crying with raw sensitivity and spent pleasure. When he finally lets go of my sore wrists and raises up on his elbows to stare down at me, I’m limp and wrung out, every muscle inside and out exhausted.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, giving me a lazy smile laced with pride as he lowers his mouth to mine and offers a chaste kiss. His body presses down on mine again like an anchor, sinking me to the dark bottom of the ocean where my ruined senses can begin to recover in the cool stillness. And in that quiet, oddly tender moment, I know.

I’m never going to be the same girl again.

I’m never going to be able to let him go, no matter what he’s done or might do in the future. It’s a terrifying feeling - the very reason I hesitated to let him in - but now, I welcome it the same way I’ve always welcomed the return of magic, no matter how dark.

I let the certainty drift into my heart like the smoke of a bonfire, knowing it could choke me if it grows too strong, but loving the scent of it all the same.

I’m almost asleep when I hear Torrence whisper, “Run away with me, Ruby.”

I try to tell him I can’t, not without my Rosey, but my mind has already let go of the moment, falling deep into an exhausted, satisfied sleep.

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