Page 110 of Deception

We’re rolling, gripping one another, holding on like our lives depend on it. She wraps her legs around my middle, settling on top of me, and I lock eyes with her, my hand cupping the back of her neck, bracing both of us, as she takes me to the hilt with a sensuous lunge of her hips.

Bearing down, once, twice, Isabella takes the breath from my lips, breathing life back into me with a moan.

Her walls are my haven, pressing all around me, hugging me.

It’s heaven made flesh.

“Right there, stay right there!” she cries, vacillating along my length, staying pressed against me all the while, hitting the mound of her core over and over again.

Her back arches, rising above me like a goddess, gyrating.

Velvet and silk are rough by comparison to the way she feels inside. Yet she clenches me with a grip that holds my very soul locked in her sway.

My mouth lunges for her pert, firm breasts each time she lunges forward, catching the erect hill of one nipple, devouring each in turn, worshiping every inch of skin within reach. Before long she’s murmuring in a rhythmic pulse, singing with each thrust, a constant expression of her desire. My own rumbling meets her blow for blow.

Light fills my senses as she rises, tightening and ascending to the summit of her pleasure.

She is redemption.

She burns away the darkness.

My fingers find their way down along the cleft of her belly and lower, orbiting the apex of her sex, circling to send her into new echelons of ecstasy.

“Isabella, I need you to come for me.”

“I am …”

“I can’t hold on!” And I don’t want to.

“Yes! Come with me!” she sings, the walls of the very room quaking with the thunder of our passion.

“Come again, and again. I never want you to stop!”

“Don’t stop!” she commands, she begs, and I buck my hips to her rapacious rhythm.

“I’ll never stop!”

Because she's mine.

And I belong to her, her slave, her possession, never to live outside of her light.

It’s the sweetest form of imprisonment I can imagine. Just as her inner chamber imprisons me now, constricting around me as she comes undone.

The cascade of her trembling orgasm washes over me, dragging me in, the undertow sending me diving over my own edge and into the depths of abandon. It goes on for an eternity, rolling waves of release.

When the torrent subsides, I am drained.

Emptied out, a hollow vessel that only her heat and love can fill.

Our gasps and the touch of our skin speak of our love, no words close to holding enough meaning for what we are.

I feel myself fading next to her as she toys with my hair, her fingernails grazing my scalp. This is peace.

I'm drifting off in the deepest sleep when I hear her voice, so softly, speak in the dark.

“Alessandro I need to tell you something…”

But I'm fading too fast and I miss what comes next.

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