Page 35 of Carnival Mayhem

I arch my back. “Yes, I’ll come for you. I’ll scream your name.”

He chuckles, his breath hot against my ear. “Not yet. Hold it in until I say so. Understand?”

I bite my lip, my whole body thrumming with need. “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.” His fingers find my hips, guiding me back until the head of his cock is positioned perfectly at my entrance. “Now, tell me again.”

Desire makes my voice hoarse as I speak. “I want you to fill me with your big dick, Nash. Please, make me yours.”

“As you wish.” With one swift, hard stroke, he fills me. The sensation is overwhelming, consuming me from the inside out. I cry out, my body exploding in a rush of pleasure. My core clenches around him, my release washing over me as he claims me.

“God, little bird,” Nash’s voice is gravelly as he tightens his grip on my hips. “Let go and cover my cock with your release. I want to feel every drop.”

Sensation pulses through me in waves, my body shaking uncontrollably. Nash fucks me through it, prolonging the aftershocks of my release. I can feel his cock twitching inside me, his breathing as unsteady as my own.

“You feel so damn good.” His lips brush my shoulder, his hips shifting slightly, making me whimper. “But we’re not done yet.”

I moan as he begins to move, his thrusts slow and controlled. Each stroke fills me, possessing me, branding me as his. Mybody reacts to his every touch, my walls clenching around him as if they never want to let him go.

You’re doing so well,” Nash murmurs, his breath hitching. Accept all of me. Take every inch deep inside you.”

His hands find my hips, holding me in place as he increases the pace, pounding into me relentlessly.

“Come for me again,” he growls. “Come on my cock.”

His words ignite something primal inside me, and my body responds, tightening around him as I fall over the edge again. My release washes over me in waves, my screams muffled by the pillow as Nash continues to thrust into me, his own release imminent.

“That’s right. I want to hear you scream out my name.” His voice is hoarse, his movements becoming frantic as he seeks his own pleasure.

My core clenches uncontrollably, milking his cock as he fills me with his release. Nash groans, his body trembling against mine as he spills himself inside me, marking me irrevocably as his.

We collapse onto the bed, our bodies tangled together, breathing labored. Nash’s arms wrap around me, holding me close as our hearts pound in unison. “That was... incredible,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against my hair.

I hum my agreement, my eyes drifting closed as I savor the feel of him inside me. “It was.”

Nash’s fingers draw idle patterns on my back, his breath evening out as he holds me. After a moment, he asks, “Are you okay?”

I nuzzle into his touch, a small smile curving my lips. “Better than okay.”

His low chuckle vibrates against my back. “Glad to hear it.”

I lie in Nash’s arms, feeling his chest’s steady rise and fall against my back. His presence wraps around me like a protective cocoon, making me feel safer than ever.

Strangely, someone who initially seemed so intimidating has become my safe harbor. Nash’s quiet intensity no longer scares me; instead, it grounds me, anchoring me in moments when I feel like I might drift away. He doesn’t try to fix or change me.

I close my eyes, listening to his heartbeat. With Nash, I’m starting to believe I may deserve this kind of care and understanding. Maybe I’m not as broken as I thought.

17

COLT

I’m sprawled on the couch reviewing choreography notes when Flora appears in the bedroom doorway at six-thirty sharp. My jaw drops because she’s transformed from her usual casual self into something else. Her hair falls in soft waves, and she’s wearing a flowy winter dress and stockings that make her look like she stepped out of a dream.

“Well, well. What’s all this about?” I set my notebook aside, raising an eyebrow.

Nash looks up from his spot at the kitchen counter where he’s been meal prepping. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of her.

“Aurora invited me to movie night with some of the girls in the main tent,” Flora says, smoothing her dress. “Thought I’d make an effort.”

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