Page 179 of Irreversible

The air crackles and burns—chemistry steeped in madness, a hopeless ache for more.

More than words. More than walls.

Finally.

I sink down onto him.

Oh. My. God.

Our moans are a simultaneous, sensual fusion as I collapse against him like a broken doll, my forehead landing on his shoulder as he stretches me, filling me so completely it hurts.

He doesn’t give me a moment to adjust, bucking his hips until I cry out. He yanks my head back by the hair, our faces an inch apart. My jaw falls open with disbelief, whimpers spilling out like water from a busted dam. He drags a calloused handdown my body, cupping my breast, using it as an anchor as his hips jolt off the couch, piercing me harder.

Again.

Again.

Quicker, faster, all caution tossed to the wind.

I bounce in his lap, riding him like I’m starved, like I’ve lost my goddamn mind.

“Fuck,” he grunts, squeezing my breast until pain mingles with pleasure. “This is what you always needed, wasn’t it?”

“Mmm.” I pin my lip between my teeth, my hair whipping around us as I cling to his T-shirt. “Don’t stop.”

“That’s right. Fucking take it.” He finds my neck, sucking the soft skin between his teeth as he rams into me before subduing the ache with a flick of his tongue.

I clutch him hard, my nails digging into skin. When he pulls up, he crushes his mouth to mine, forcing my jaw open. My teeth slam down, his growl rumbling through me, shooting fireworks to my core. The slippery wet sounds grow louder than the techno music seeping into the suite. It’s intoxicating, muting my mind, chasing away words and rational thought.

This. Only this.

It’s all action—a blur of frenzied hands, sweaty limbs, dueling tongues, and savage thrusts.

A reckoning.

My nails tear down the side of his neck.

My pussy strangles his cock.

His thumb presses against my clit, rubbing hard.

I ache. Bleed. Unravel.

Throwing my head back, I scream through the sudden orgasm as his hand slaps across my mouth, stifling my cry as he sinks deeper. Bolts of lightning strike me, shooting up my spine.

“Yeah… That’s it. Come on my dick,” he hisses. “Mmm…fuck.”

His fingers crawl inside my mouth, and I bite down, my shriek of pleasure dying out to a hoarse whimper as flickers of stardust blanket me in tendrils of heat. Isaac buries his face in my tits with a tortured growl while I cling hard, hold him, and pretend he’s something he’s not.

I feel his release.

His cock pulses inside me as he tenses, digging his teeth into the swell of my breast and leaving a wet bruise behind. A low, tapered groan follows, his body vibrating as the orgasm rolls through him, his hands latching on to my hipbones as he grips me with the strength of a storm.

My breathing shallows and my body sags.

Weightless. Drained.

Isaac exhales against my skin as the waves pass, his forehead dropping to my cleavage. Rolling, lingering, savoring.

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