Page 57 of Into the Light

“Fuck.” He was the one moaning now as his hands dropped from my face and slowly caressed the sides of my body. “Every curve.”

His fingers delicately circled my tits as they heaved in my shirt. I had leggings and an oversized shirt on, but the heat between our bodies made me feel like I was sitting in a thousand-degree sauna and I needed to strip.

“Every inch.” He leaned up to whisper into the shell of my ear.

“Every dip,” he mused as his hands trailed toward my hips and landed on the curve above my ass.

“You are my perfection.” His lips traced mine as his tongue found its way back into my mouth. My hands cupped his face as if I didn’t want him to disappear. I didn’t want this kiss to stop.

I was wrapped up in every moment of it. The way his mouth was fucking mine with a fevered heat that only intensified my own.

“Are you getting wet for me, Em?” he murmured.

“Mm-hm.” Apparently I’d lost the ability to speak a coherent sentence.

“Use your mouth, Ember. Tell me, if I reach down here”—he tugged at the waistband of the leggings—“will I find your wet little cunt just waiting for me?”

“Mmmm” was the only sound I could make.

“Use your breathtaking words, Em.” His finger traced my navel, and then he opened my leggings, shifting so his hand rested against the top of my lace boy shorts.

“Yes. I’m soaking,” I cried with a need so heavy. “Please.”

It had been so long since anyone had touched me like this. The desire my body harbored for this man was insatiable. It was a primal attraction, and I found myself intensely drawn to every facet of his being.

“Stand up,” he said as he lifted me off him. I could barely hold myself up, as my knees were wobbly. It was as if his stance somehow grew larger in the last hour. “Take them off.”

My eyes followed his as he zeroed in on my pants. I shimmied out of them without thinking about it.

He watched as I stood there with no pants, my shirt hitting right above the curve of my ass.

“What?” I asked as he stood there and shoved his hands in his pocket, taking a half step backward.

“I-I’m just admiring the view,” he growled.

“Stop.” The flush of my cheeks burned.

I attempted to push down my shirt when he reached out and grabbed my wrist.

“No. Nobody, including you, touches what is now mine.”

I was a fucking puddle and desperate for more of him. I needed his touch against my throbbing cunt so desperately I would do anything.

“Take off your underwear, Em,” he demanded, and I obliged. His hand lifted the hem of my shirt, and he pointed over toward the bed.

“Walk to the edge of the bed. Turn around, face the wall, and hold the frame.” The mattress was perched atop an antique spiral frame, boasting a quartet of intricately designed spirals that curved gracefully. He gestured for me to hold onto the lower part of the bed.

I approached the bed, bending at the waist to reach the spirals, my fingers extending to grasp them.

“Spread your legs.” I obliged as his fingers made their way to my needy little cunt, desperate for more of his touch. He shoved two of his fingers inside before adding a third.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned so loudly I was convinced the animals in the forest would hear us.

His fingers were fucking me, and I bounced on them, matching his movements with my own. We were in sync with each other as his other hand caressed the cheek of my ass.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growled. I turned and his hand jerked his freed cock with frantic movements. Its size enamored me as it pulsated. It was a fucking . . . dinosaur, and the thought of it coming near my cunt sent a thrill of unease and curiosity down my spine.

“Turn around,” he demanded as he drove his three fingers into my core, using his thumb to flick at the top of my clit, sending me in a spiral.

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