Page 87 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

Her breaths come in short, ragged gasps as my other hand dips lower, teasing her, making her squirm in my grip. She’s caught between trying to hold onto some semblance of control and surrendering completely to the fire burning between us. The battle raging within her is palpable, her body trembling with need as I hold her tight against my chest.

I can feel her pulse racing under my hand, her skin warm and flushed. She tries to push back again, her hips grinding against me, but I tighten my grip, my hand tightening around her throat as I press her harder against me.

“You’re mine tonight, Grace,” I growl into her ear, my voice low and rough, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I speak. “You feel that? That’s me, controlling every single inch of you.”

Her moan is soft, almost breathless, but I can hear the frustration behind it. She wants to fight, wants to take control, but every time she pushes, I pull her back, keeping her exactly where I want her.

Her breath hitches when my fingers finally reach her core, teasing her, drawing out soft whimpers and gasps as I move slowly, deliberately, making her feel every second of the pleasurebuilding between us. She pushes back harder, her hips grinding against me, but I’m not giving her what she wants. Not yet.

“Teddy,” she breathes, her voice a mixture of need and frustration. Her hands grip mine, trying to guide me, but I keep the pace slow, savoring every sound she makes, every twitch of her body.

“You want more?” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear, my fingers still teasing her, making her squirm in my arms. “You’ll have to beg for it.”

She groans, her head falling back against my shoulder, her body arching into mine, trying to take what she wants. But I hold her steady, keeping her on the edge.

“Teddy...” she moans again, her voice strained, desperate. “Please!”

A slow, satisfied grin spreads across my face at her plea, the sound of her breaking down sending a surge of heat through me. I move my hand just a fraction faster, my fingers slipping into her heat as she gasps, her body trembling against mine.

“Good girl,” I whisper against her skin, my voice rough and full of want.

Her body melts into mine, the tension in her muscles releasing as she gives in. Her breath comes in sharp, ragged gasps as I finally give her what she’s been craving. Her hips move in time with my hand, her soft moans filling the room as I push her closer and closer to the edge.

I can feel her tightening around me, her body trembling as the pleasure builds, her gasps growing louder, more desperate. She grips one hand tightly in my hair and one on my hand around her throat. I press my lips to her neck, trailing soft kisses up to her ear as I murmur, “Come for me, Grace.”

With a sharp cry, she shatters, her body shaking as she falls over the edge, my arms holding her tight as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her. I don’t give her any time to comedown from the high before I’m positioning my cock at her entrance and thrusting into her still quivering heat, claiming her completely.

She screams out at the intrusion, body shuddering as she tightens around my cock, instantly flying over the edge of oblivion once more.

“Fuck, yes,” I hiss as her cunt grips me almost painfully.

Releasing her neck, I push her forward until she steadies herself against the back of the couch. With both hands firmly gripping her hips, I thrust into her with an intensity that feels like my existence hinges on it.

She meets me thrust for thrust, matching my savage rhythm, her moans turning into gasps of pleasure with each slam of my hips. The sound of her screams and whimpers, the way her body moves with mine, it’s enough to drive me to the brink of madness. Her hands grip the back of the couch so tightly her knuckles whiten. Pushing back against me, her hips roll to meet every move I make.

“That’s it, Little One. Take it all,” I growl.

The heady scent of sex fills the air, intoxicating us both as we push each other further and further, teetering on the edge of reason. The room spins around us, every thought consumed by this moment, this connection. All we are is this maddening pleasure. This desperate need to take and be taken.

Her body shudders beneath me, her gasps turning into breathless cries as we lose ourselves in the moment. Every thrust pulls me deeper into her. Every movement drives us both closer to that dangerous edge where control is no longer an option, only raw, unfiltered desire. Her hips meet mine with such fervor it feels like she’s trying to fuse us together, the heat between us becoming almost unbearable.

“Fuck, Grace…” I growl, my hands gripping her hips so tight I’m sure there will be marks, but I can’t stop. I won’t. She feelstoo good, too perfect, the way her body takes everything I give and begs for more.

She arches her back, pushing against me harder, her head tilting back as her cries fill the room. I can feel her trembling, the tension building in her muscles as she nears the edge again, her body clenching around me like a vice. The way she responds to me, the way she moves, it’s too much–it’s everything.

“More,” she breathes, her voice thick with need. “Please…harder!”

As you wish.

I somehow manage to double my efforts, driving into her with a ferocity that leaves us both gasping. It’s brutal, wild, completely unhinged. And she fucking loves it.

Her cries grow louder, her nails digging into the back of the couch as I pound into her with reckless abandon. Each thrust sends shockwaves through both of us, and the intensity of it all drives me closer to the edge. The way her body moves with mine, the way she matches my every motion, it’s like we’re feeding off each other’s need, pushing each other higher.

I grip her hips even tighter, feeling the slick heat between us, the sound of skin against skin filling the room along with her breathless moans. Her back arches, pressing her body even closer to mine as she pushes back against me with every thrust. It’s primal, raw, and I can feel her losing herself in it just as much as I am.

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" she gasps, her voice ragged and desperate.

Her words make me growl, my body responding before my brain can catch up. I thrust into her even faster, feeling the way her muscles clench around me, pulling me deeper, tighter. The way she responds, the way her body gives in to every motion, it’s almost too much to handle.

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