Page 89 of Forbidden Lessons

The sound of his fingers slamming home drowns out everything, even the furious thump-thump of blood in my ears.

Heat builds on my face. Blood getting trapped. Air stagnating in my lungs. Prickles dance over my cheeks, down my arms.

But those sensations are faint, barely there compared to the wild, furious jolts of pleasure he sends into my core with each hard thrust of his hand.

Faster and faster he fingers me, until there’s a new heat building, and it’s between my legs, and I’m chasing it like a dog after a ball.

“Open your fucking eyes and look at me when I use you.”

My eyes flutter, but I force them open because I’m as curious as he is.

“There she is,” he murmurs, scanning my face, but locking back onto my eyes as his hand speeds up even more. I’m going numb in the most delicious, awful way. “Feels good when I hurt you like this, doesn’t it?”

My eyes roll up again. My hands fall away from his wrists. That numbness is spreading, moving through my body in a wave. The ache becomes a burn, an itch, a desperate, clawing urge to tip over the edge and fly.

Or fall to my death.

Kai ducks forward, his mouth by my ear. There’s a pinch, as if he bit my earlobe, but it’s distant, phantom.

“Hurry up and come, slut,” he hisses. “I don’t think you’ve got a lot of air left in those tiny lungs of yours.”

He’s right, but I don’t give a fuck anymore.

I’m blissed out, strung out, so fucking high on the thought that my one and only, my ever true love, is giving me what I’ve wanted since the moment I laid eyes on him.

That our souls are so entwined that he knows what I need without having to ask.

That he loves me enough to do this for me.

My lower body shakes, the rest of me limp as the last of my air is eaten by my starving lungs.

“Fucking come.” His voice echoes through a dark and hollow place inside me. I think I smile, but maybe that’s just in my head.

My lower back thumpsinto the tree as his fingers spur me on. I’m groaning, grunting like a fucking animal, but I don’t hear a sound.

It’s so silent. So quiet. Just the fiery ache, the tingling numbness, spreading, spreading.

God, I’m sofuckingclose.

“Haven, you gotta fucking come.”

Something brushes my asshole. A slick finger, warm and hard.

“Yes.”

But there’s no sound.

I open my eyes, but it’s still dark.

Yes. Do it. Finish me.End this.

“Haven!”

I gasp as air surges into my lungs. I’m on my side, face pressed to the ground. Grass-stained sweatpants. Kai kneeling.

“Look at me?—

…when I use you…

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