Page 63 of Desolation

Sweet, intense desire.

That’s what is written in his eyes.

His eyes finally meet mine and it’s like an explosion.

The slow pace disappears.

He stands up fully and thrusts into me. His hands rough on my hips as he pulls me into him to meet thrust for thrust.

I grip his forearms at the intensity.

He says no words as he powers into me. But we don’t take our eyes off each other. We don’t need words. Our eyes say enough.

My body is on fire. The burning desire in his eyes has lit my body ablaze. Flames lick my skin, an internal inferno burning in pleasure. My orgasm hitting me so hard I gasp for air.

I am burning alive.

Landon closes his eyes just as he reaches his. His thrusts slow as he pumps out his release.

He collapses on top of me. His head nuzzled between my breasts. His hot breath doing nothing to put out the flames licking my body.

“Mari, fuck.” He mutters into my chest before raising his head to look at me.

He grips my hips and I think there is no way he can be ready to go again but he lifts me up and moves me up the bed. He crawls over, his hands caressing my hips, my stomach, my breasts, my neck before his lips find mine.

This kiss isn’t intense and hard like all the ones before.

It’s soft, delicate.

Almost like an apology.

I feel his lips pull away from me but I don’t have the energy to open my eyes.

His hands brush across my face, pushing away the hair that was stuck to my forehead.

“You okay?”

I blink my eyes open and meet his dark stare. I can barely nod. Exhausted from the way he just owned my body.

“Was I too rough?”

I shake my head, my eyes still glued to his.

He smirks. “You liked being fucked like that?”

I blush at his words. They sound dirty and wrong. But I nod.

His lips brush against mine again. “Good.”

He pulls away from me and climbs off the bed. I turn to my side to watch his perfect ass as he walks to the bathroom.

He comes back out with that same cocky grin on his face. At first, I think he is going to get dressed and leave. But instead he crawls back into the bed, laying down next to me.

His hand cups my cheek and he gives me the softest kiss. His tongue makes its way into my mouth, stroking my tongue gently. Like he is once again apologizing for handling me so roughly.

It’s the complete opposite of the way we just had sex and it’s making my toes curl and my core burn.

He just fucked me like a wild man and I am already wanting more.

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