Page 197 of Texting Dr. Stalker

Togetherness.

Trust.

Total annihilation of self.

Everythingached.

My heart, my bones, my soul, my core.

He filled every corner of me and broke apart every shadow.

He withdrew and drove back where he belonged, shoving me harder and harder against the floor. The cushions scattered. His fingers lashed tighter on my wrists.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept taking me, breaking me, freeing me.

“Holyfuck,” he snarled in my ear. “Why…how? How are you doing this to me? Why do you feel thisgood?”

The sensation of being too full and ruthlessly ridden brought out every primitive instinct.

My hips rocked up, forcing him even deeper.

He growled and fucked me in answer.

We strained against each other. Trembling and sweating and going out of our minds with need.

His pulses came faster and faster, stabbing into me again and again, setting my blood onfire.

I tensed as stars popped in my veins.

I gasped as he conjured pure heaven.

My eyes snapped closed behind my blindfold as everything coiled to erupt.

I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t survive it.

I wanted to shatter. I could barely speak as I fought where he held me and begged, “Please…please.”

Collapsing over me, he found my mouth again and kissed me.

He never stopped taking, his hips pumping with savage need.

We were infected with the same violent sickness. The same uncontrollable connection.

“I can’t…I can’t wait much longer.” He licked my bottom lip. “You need to come for me. Right now.”

A full-body shudder had me so close.

Angling his cock, we both groaned as the depth changed and he pressed against a tingling spot inside me. The base of him rubbed perfectly against my clit.

“Oh God. Yes…right there. Don’t—” My voice cut off as he shoved me face first into something sparkly and sharp and delicious. “Don’t stop. God,pleasedon’t stop.”

“Never.” He grunted, driving again and again. “I can’t.”

I saw literal shooting stars.

My thighs trembled around his hips. The sounds of him fucking me made me spiral that final hill.

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