Page 134 of Wanted

He thrusts forward hard and grinds into my clit. “And I promise I’ll fill your nights with joys. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

My eyes begin to roll into the back of my head as he pumps into me faster and faster. Driven by his own desire.

But the bed creaks and groans beneath us in protest.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m going to break this piece of shit.”

I hear fabric tearing close to my ears and then suddenly I’m levitating.

And not metaphorically.

Somehow he lifts us both into the air and flips my world upside down.

Closing and opening my eyes to make sure I’m not hallucinating, I see him still above me but the room is now below him.

Turning my head, I look to the side and notice the blanket that was beneath us on the bed is under me.

But we’re somehow pressed against the concrete ceiling.

“Much better,” Raphael groans in satisfaction and pumps in and out of me harder.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I dig my nails into his shoulders and hold on for dear life.

The way I’ve positioned myself, though, has given him the ability to drive into me even deeper.

Causing each stroke of his cock to rub against a spot that’s even more sensitive than my clit.

The pleasure and pressure building inside me increases, causing me to thrash my head back and forth.

It’s almost too intense.

Almost.

“Raphael…” I whine, but I don’t know what I’m whining for.

“Yes,” he grunts in response, his hips starting to crash hard into my hips so he can smash himself against my clit. “Cry my name, my love. Cry it for all the unholy gods to hear.”

I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I never want it to end. Yet he’s driving into me so fast and hard, it’s becoming difficult to hold off my impending orgasm.

But still I fight it. Fight it off with every ounce of will I have.

I sense his displeasure before he says it.

“Come for me,” he demands.

I feel a tug behind my ribs, urging me to give in. But dammit, I’m enjoying myself too much.

So, I fight that, too.

“Alena…” he growls viciously.

And I know, thanks to our bond, that he would fuck me harder and faster if he wasn’t so afraid of hurting me.

He’s holding himself back, to my advantage.

There’s a tearing and cracking sound. Then bits of ceiling and blanket begin to fall down around us.

Sinking my teeth into my lip, I close my eyes.

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