Page 115 of Forsaken Oath

His words, rough with desire, only heighten my arousal. I close my eyes with a moan, arching my back toward him. A silent request for more.

“Keep those pretty eyes on the stars, baby,” he says, his voice like whiskey over gravel. “I want you to remember this moment every time you look at the night sky.”

I can feel every ridge, every pulsing vein of his cock as he drives into me. The cool metal of his piercing grazes that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside with each powerful thrust, sending electric shocks of pleasure zinging through my body. It’san exquisite torture, the dual sensations of hot and cold, hard and soft, pushing me higher and higher towards the precipice.

“Oh god, Beau,” I moan, my nails digging into the smooth surface of the car hood as I try to ground myself against the onslaught of sensation. “Your cock—the piercing—I’m going to?—”

His breath is hot against my ear as he chuckles. “You like that, don’t you baby?” he rasps, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust that has me seeing stars. “You like how my cock fills you up, don’t you, Peach? How it stretches this tight little pussy so perfectly?”

I can only whimper in response, lost to the exquisite pleasure of his body possessing mine so completely. Every deep, driving thrust hits that spot inside me that has stars bursting behind my eyelids.

“I love how fucking responsive you are,” he growls, one hand sliding up my sweat-slicked back to tangle in my hair.

He tugs my head back, changing the angle of his thrusts and driving even deeper. A strangled cry escapes my lips as the new position has him hitting that spot inside me with ruthless precision.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “I want the whole fucking world to know who you belong to.”

His words, the dark promise in them, send me flying high. I’m so close, teetering on the knife’s edge of release. He seems to sense it, his hand leaving my hair to skim down my back, leaving a trail of fire. He traces the curve of my lower back, the swell of my ass, before his fingers dip into the cleft between my cheeks.

I gasp, my body tensing at the unexpected touch.

“Trust me, Peach?” he murmurs, his voice soft as he slows his thrusts.

I nod, my cheek rubbing against the hood of the car.

“Give me your words, baby.” A soft command.

“Yes,” I groan out.

“Good girl. One day we’ll play here if you want, but not tonight.” He rubs soothing circles, his touch light and teasing as he skims over the swell of my ass. “Nah, baby, tonight I’m just going to tease you.”

I can hear the grin in his voice, the dark, carnal promise. The pads of his fingers sweep over that untouched place that sends forbidden thrills racing through my body. Over and over and over again.

“Beau,” I whimper, my voice breaking on his name. It’s almost too much, this unfamiliar sensation layered on top of the delicious fullness of his cock inside me. But I crave it, crave him, with every fiber of my being.

“There she is. Let go for me, baby. I’ll catch you.” His free hand dips lower, his fingers finding my swollen clit.

“Jesus Christ, Beau,” I gasp. Pleasure sparks from every nerve ending, the familiar tingling in my toes.

“Come for me, Eloise,” Beau commands, his voice low and rough.

It’s his words, the dark promise in them, that send me flying over the edge. I shatter with a hoarse cry, Beau’s name on my lips like a prayer as ecstasy crashes over me in unrelenting waves. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, my body bowing off the car hood as I shatter into a million shimmering pieces.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasps, his voice strained with his own impending release. “Fuck, I can feel you coming on my cock. So tight, so perfect.”

His words, rough with strain and wonder, pierce through the haze of my climax. I force my eyes open, tilting my head to the side and finding his gaze pierced to me already. I hold his gaze as he comes with a long moan.

There’s weight in the way he looks at me, as if he’s seeing something more than what I’ve ever let anyone see before. Something raw, something real. And instead of turning away, he stays, grounding me. It’s enough to bring tears to my eyes. I close them tight, trapping the moisture like I’m trapping the three little words that suddenly sprouted behind my lips.

Maybe this isn’t falling at all.

Maybe it’s becoming.

50

ELOISE

I wake slowly,lazily, awareness seeping into my consciousness like honey dripping from a spoon. The first thing I register is warmth—an all-encompassing, bone-deep warmth that seems to radiate from every cell in my body. It’s like being cocooned in the softest, coziest blanket imaginable, and for a moment, I’m content simply to bask in the sensation.

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