Page 65 of Deception

Our bodies slam together, pounding into the wall, both of us crying out, wailing in rapture.

Again and again and again.

He hammers into me, charging me up for an eruption that I’m sure will break me. It’s the ferocity of the storm battering the house, tearing my mind apart.

Shattering me to pieces and putting me back together again.

I’m rising toward a peak unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

It's catastrophic.

My entire body clenches, near the edge of total fatigue, holding onto him for dear life. The tidal wave starts at the tip of my head, rushing through me like a tsunami. Along the back of my neck, through my arms, thundering down my back, my legs, and out through my toes.

My nails tear into his back as he reaches his own climax, drawing out a shout, a guttural howl, “Isabella!!”

“More, more!” It’s all I can scream.

Every muscle quakes in his arms, my body completely held up by his strength. I've lost all control, shuttering, pinned against him as he unloads every ounce of himself, filling me and spilling over down onto the shower floor.

It’s hotter than the shower, flooding my body with boiling heat.

The final scream that tears from my throat is animal, feral, just like him.

I've come alive. I've awakened and nothing will ever be the same again.

I want him to take me like this over and over and over again until I can barely walk.

Even as he's gasping, hanging on to me, his head pressed into the wall behind me, I can hear the growl in every breath he takes in. “More. You said you want more?”

“Yes, I need more. Never stop.”

“Me too.”

We're still soaking wet when we hit his bedsheets.

Kissing takes over the narrative again, sensual, drawn out. Alessandro has my head spinning the way his tongue toys with mine, the way he sucks on my bottom lip.

Before I know it, he’s sliding into me again, this time easing himself inside torturously slow.

I savor every sensation as he does, rolling my hips to settle him into my deepest corners. After the sweltering heat of our passion in the shower, the chilly room is refreshing, invigorating.

Aless licks a stray rivulet of water from my jaw, running his tongue up to my ear.

“I’m never going to stop making you come…”

The words have as much an effect as his grinding prowess, heightening my arousal and pushing me toward yet another quivering release.

“Oh, my God, you’re gonna make me?—”

It shudders through me again, tingling through my inner thighs, the aura of flushing exultation shooting like lightning through my muscles, spreading out from my core like fireworks.

Spots explode behind my eyelids, and another orgasm looms as Alessandro flexes and holds himself as deep as he can go.

“Oh, no, I can’t?—”

“Yes you can.” He grins, pure arrogance and pride. “I'm not done with you yet.”

And I wouldn’t dare argue with him. He’s completely in control. It's a command, an order. With a nudge he tells me what he wants.

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