Page 196 of Texting Dr. Stalker

My core slowly accepted his intrusion.

Our bodies quickly became one.

His arms wrapped tight and held me down, his mouth found mine and kissed me deep as he thrust up with ferocity.

He fucked me slow and hard, burrowing his face into my shoulder and biting me with need.

“More…” Raking my fingernails over his back, I gave into his thrusts and threw myself into begging. “Please.”

He snapped.

Launching forward, he shoved me down and pinned me to the floor. Grabbing both my hands, he slammed them above my head and gripped my wrists.

“You know what word to give me if this becomes too much.” He kissed his way down my throat. “If you don’t say it, I don’t stop.”

My skin misted with sweat. My pulse skyrocketed. I bordered on obsession as he held my wrists, and plunged his cock inside me.

I waited for an injection of terror. To remember Milton’s abuse and have this incredible experience ruined.

But nothing.

I felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing buthim.

His mouth found mine again, kissing me just as hard as before.

I flung myself into his control and surrendered, opening wide for his possessive tongue.

His hips pulsed between mine, his cock pressing against my clit.

I writhed as he nipped and licked me. My legs wrapped tight around his waist, caught up in the dance, the hunger and thirst and yearning.

His back strained as I clung to him, his hips grinding deeper into me.

He bit my bottom lip.

Hard.

Too hard.

I cried out, automatically struggling.

He held me down and fucked me harder.

My mouth fell wide as he speared again and again inside me, claiming me like spoils of war.

He was ruthless and merciless, and I’d never felt anything sogood.

The two sides of me—the fighter and the fragile—collided in a chaos of sparks. He took me like he hated me, all while his kisses said he loved me. He gave me violence and salvation.

I transcended thoughts and feelings. I became nothing more than his as he plunged again and again. Taking everything I had to offer all while giving himself in return.

My back arched.

I ruptured with overwhelming completion.

Thiswas sex.

This was freedom.

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