Page 136 of Dance of Deception

The words tear through me, heat gathering low and deep, my body unraveling in his hands.

Then I shatter.

Pleasure detonates through me, violently all-consuming, tearing through my limbs, my spine, my breath. I convulse against him, body arching, fingers clawing into his back, dragging, desperately trying to hold on, trying to anchor myself in the storm he’s unleashed inside me.

Carmine doesn’t stop.

Doesn’t let me drift into the haze of release, doesn’t let me float away from him.

He growls, his hand fisting in my hair, keeping me right here beneath him, trapped in the devastation of my own climax.

"That’s it, baby. Take it like my good girl.”

His hips rock harder, rougher, keeping me right at the edge, balanced between pleasure and something deeper, darker.

His teeth scrape against my jaw, my throat.

Then he bites down.

Hard.

His teeth sink into my neck, sharp and unrelenting, my skin breaking under the pressure. A strangled cry rips from my lips as a fresh wave of heat slams through me, pain and pleasuretangled together, feeding into each other, making me dizzy, weightless.

He groans against my skin, his tongue lapping over the mark, soothing it, then biting again, like he can’t help himself, needs to mark me deeper.

“Mine,” he snarls. His voice is pure savagery. “You’re fucking mine forever.No oneelse gets this.No oneelse fucking touches you.”

I nod frantically, unable to do anything but let him brand me in a way that goes beyond flesh.

His hands grip my thighs and hips, fingers digging in hard, bruising, holding me in place as he drives into me with reckless force.

"So fucking greedy for me, baby. You love this. Love beingfilled. Look at you, taking every inch of me."

His words only drag me deeper under, making me tremble and whimper and beg.

I’m already raw and aching, but then I feel his restraint snapping, feel the moment he lets go, gives in to his need and lets it devour him whole.

His thrusts turn frantic, wild, his breath hot on my sweat-slicked skin. I sob, my legs shaking under his iron grip, my hands tangled in his hair, my nails scraping his scalp.

A ragged growl erupts from his throat, his body tightening, every muscle flexing, his hips slamming one last time, burying himself so deep inside me I swear I feel him touch my soul.

His groan is wrecked and destroyed as his cum pulses into me, heat spilling deep, claiming me from the inside out.

He stays there, his forehead pressed to mine, our breath mingling, his hands still locked tight around my body like he’ll never let go.

Maybe I don’t want him to.

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CARMINE

She’s still here.

That should piss me off. I’ve never had a woman spend the night in my bed.

Truth be told, I’ve never had one in my bed atall.

Lyra’s presence in it come morning should cause a tremor in the control I exude over my life and turn the monster inside me into a demon.

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