Page 65 of Shatter Me

I release my cock from the confines of my pants, frantic with desire. The urgency builds between us as I align our bodies. Her head falls back against the wall. I trace her throat with my lips, nipping at her pulse point.

“Please,” she whispers into the night air.

I comply, unable to deny her anything at this moment.

The heady perfume of roses fills my senses as I thrust into her. She’s silk and fire around me, and I can’t get close enough. Her legs tighten around my waist, and her breath comes in harsh gasps against my neck.

“You like it rough?” I growl, my voice rough with need.

“Yes,” she hisses, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Harder, Dmitri.”

I slam into her again and again. Her gasps and moans echo in the quiet garden, and I cover her mouth with my hand to muffle the sound. Her tongue darts against my palm, and she bites down on my finger, sucking it into her mouth.

“Fucking hell, Natasha.” My hand tightens in her hair, tilting her head back. “You’ll be the death of me.”

Her eyes spark with a challenge in the moonlight. “Only if I let you go.”

“Never happening.” I yank her hair, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes glitter like molten gold in the moonlight, daring me to do my worst.

“You’re mine.” I fuck her with hard, possessive thrusts. “There’s no escape.”

She bucks against me, her inner walls clenching around my cock. “Please—Dmitri, harder.”

Hearing my name from her lips drives me wild. I grip her thigh, leaving bruises that will match the ones on her neck and breasts. “You like it rough, don’t you, Natasha?”

“Yes.” She arches against me, her body begging for more. “I do, Dmitri. I need it harder.”

I give her what she craves, plunging into her with forceful thrusts. “You’re so tight around me, my perfect little slut.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders, scratching through the fine fabric of my shirt. “More. I need more.”

“You want my cock, don’t you?” I tease her, withdrawing almost entirely before filling her again. “Want me to fuck you against this wall until you can’t stand it?”

“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse with need. “I want you everywhere. I want everyone to hear me scream your name.”

“Dirty little exhibitionist.” I thrust hard, biting her neck as I claim her mouth. “You want the whole world to know you’re my slut, wanting my cock in public?”

“Yes.” She bucks against me, meeting each thrust with frantic need. “Fuck me harder. Make me yours.”

I hold her up, her legs locked around my waist. I angle my hips, seeking the spot that will drive her wild.

“You like that, Natasha?” I breathe in her ear, nipping at her lobe. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”

“Yes.” Her voice is a desperate whisper. “Oh fuck. Right there.”

I give her what she craves, driving into her with forceful, rhythmic thrusts. Our passion echoes off the stone walls, our frantic movements rustling the climbing roses. Their sweet perfume fills my senses, mingling with the scent of Natasha’s desire.

“Come for me, Natasha.” I thrust deep, claiming her mouth in a savage kiss. “Come on my cock, now.”

At my command, she shatters around me, her inner walls milking my cock as she cries out my name. I silence her with another kiss, swallowing her moans as I continue to thrust, prolonging her pleasure. Her nails dig into my back, drawing blood as her body tenses in her release.

Only then do I allow myself to follow, spilling myself into her as my name falls from her lips like a prayer. I kiss her hard, claiming her breath, her taste, her very soul.

The roses sway in the night breeze, their perfume mingling with the scent of our passion. Natasha’s eyes shine, and I stroke her face gently, brushing her hair back from her damp forehead.

“You’re breathtaking,” I whisper, my thumb caressing her cheek.

She says nothing, her eyes searching mine as if seeking answers to unspoken questions.

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