Page 62 of Menace in Vegas

He devours every last tremor.

When I finally collapse, boneless and gasping, he slides up my body.

His voice is a low, reverent whisper.

“You’re gorgeous, Allie.” He brushes a kiss over my forehead. “Even when you drive me insane, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

Tears sting my eyes.

I don’t know how he’s doing this to me, but I can’t stop him.

He slides the head of his cock against my clit, making me shiver.

I glance down and nearly pass out.

“Oh my God. You’re so big.”

He chuckles.

“Don’t worry. You can take me.”

Panic rises, full of doubts, insecurities, and old scars.

“Stop,” I whisper, pushing lightly against his chest.

He stills instantly.

His hands frame my face, gentle but unrelenting.

"Get out of your head, Allie,"he says fiercely."You’re fucking beautiful. Every inch of you. You hear me?"

I bite my lip, tears slipping free.

He kisses them away.

"I’ve been captivated by you since the moment I nearly beheaded you,"he murmurs, making me laugh through the wreckage of my fear.

And then he kisses me, soft, deep, and endless.

I arch into him.

I want him.

“I have condoms,” he says, reaching for the drawer where he stashed them earlier.

When he rolls the condom on, my heart pounds so hard it shakes my whole body.

He lines up at my entrance, rubbing against me.

"More," I whisper.

He pushes inside, slow and deliberate.

I gasp, clutching his shoulders. The stretch burns, but it’s perfect and overwhelming.

"You okay?" he rasps, his forehead pressed to mine.

"Yeah," I breathe. "More."

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