Page 194 of Texting Dr. Stalker

Our kiss turned as deep as before. As demonic as before.

I felt endlessly safe, tragically adrift, and incredibly, wonderfullyfree.

A grunt tore out of him as our kiss turned savage.

Lick for lick, bite for bite.

But that wasn’t even the best part.

The best part was how hehuggedme. Squeezed me. Suffocated me in his arms as if he’d never let me go.

I hugged him back. Our heads tilting, our breaths merging, our bodies fighting to become one.

His hips rocked against me, pulsing with hungry little thrusts.

I tried to reach between us, but he grabbed my wrist and planted my palm on his chest again, granting his thundering heartbeat into my control. His mouth opened wide, kissing me, binding me, keeping me his prisoner to plunder.

I couldn’t fight.

Couldn’t run.

But unlike the harrowing helplessness of the night I’d almost died, I wasn’t afraid.

I was ecstatic, electric, and enthralled.

I needed more.

So muchmore.

Looping his fingers around my throat, he squeezed just a little.

I froze as the past did its best to splice over the now.

Another man had once touched me there.

Another man had almost killed me.

But he was gone, and X was here, and I wasn’t responsible for my reaction.

Pressing my throat deeper into his grip, I dropped my hand from his chest and wrapped my fingers around his condom-slippery cock.

He grunted as I squeezed him. His fingers flexed around my neck in time with mine.

It made me wild.

We became mirror images—plugged into the same mania, mimicking each other with matching finger pulses.

My breath caught as he squeezed me.

His breath choked as I squeezed him.

We writhed together, desperation becoming not just a word but an existential crisis.

“Please,” I moaned. “Please—”

“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” His forehead pressed against mine as his lips parted wide, sucking in air as I jerked him up and down. “I can’t think. I can’t move. I can barely function with how much I need you.”

“Then take me.” I fisted the base of his cock.

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