Page 51 of Desperate Actions

Doesn’t even slow down.

Another finger presses inside, curling, stretching, and—oh God—there’s a pinch, sharp and uncomfortable, but I’m too far gone to care.

Because I’m two seconds from shattering.

Two seconds from falling into him completely.

Two seconds from coming so hard I forget my own name.

“Please—don’t stop!” I beg, voice breaking.

And he doesn’t.

Not until he’s dragged me under, swallowed me whole, made me his completely.

As for me?

I come.

Hard.

I scream his name, my body locking up, my world splintering into stars, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over me so violently it steals the breath from my lungs.

And Sammy?

Sammy groans like he’s just tasted something divine.

Like he’s just claimed something sacred.

Like he knows—without a shadow of a doubt—that I am his.

Maybe because I am.

Chapter 15-Sammy

Going down on her, not coming up for air until she falls apart on my tongue, is by far the hottest thing I have ever experienced in my life.

Until now.

Her tangy watermelon sugar flavor is still on my tongue as I slide up her body, feeling the tremors still rippling through her.

Her sweet pussy is still pulsing, wet, and wrecked from her orgasm.

I notch my dick at her entrance, positively fucking high on how good it feels to claim her, and I press in slow, deliberate, watching her eyes go hazy and wide as I finish what I started with my fingers only seconds before.

She’s still so tight, so fucking perfect, and her body—fuck—her body is clenching down on every inch of my bare cock like she was made for me.

She’s gonna ruin me.

And I welcome it.

Her virgin’s blood is still on my fingers.

The evidence of her innocence, of her gift, of the piece of herself she gave only to me.

I lift my hand—slow, deliberate—and shove those stained fingers into my mouth, sucking her taste clean off my skin.

I can’t help it.

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