Page 44 of Descent

Anything I could say is lost in his ardent kiss, blasting every thought from my mind. Or maybe it’s the fact and the sensation of his staggering girth, right there, at my entrance. Teasing, holding back.

I cry out, into his lips. A frustrated, anguished sound.

It transforms into pure abandon and utter delight when he enters me, gliding into my embrace with a meaningful, controlled thrust.

Everything goes white behind my eyes.

Like fire.

Like a nuclear blast set off through the wasteland of my body and mind.

All I feel is him. His skin, my skin, justhim. Everywhere. Inside me, around me. My walls hug him tightly, so tightly, so sweetly it almost hurts.

I adjust and he settles within me, arching his back and hips to ease farther into me. Until he’s fully sheathed, fully immersed in my sanctuary.

My heels drag down his back, my feet hooking together around his waist. I may never let him go.

Ero flexes once, barely moving, but gyrating his torso. The movement is better than anything I could imagine. Like he’s fucking me and keeping me completely filled at the same time.

But I need him toreallyfuck me.

Fast, slow. I don’t care. I need to know it all. As hard and as deep as he’ll give it to me.

“Ero,” I gasp as he lowers his mouth to suck the entire tip of my breast, lavishing my sensitive nipples with teeth and tongue. “Right there…suck harder.”

“Mm?” he grunts, fading into a satisfied growl.

“Promise me …”

“Anything …”

“That you’llneverhold back.”

His eyes alight, blazing with liquid black fire.

To accentuate my request, I push forward, shoving him back with my entire body. We’re locked together as he backpedals, lifting me up and entwining his arms around my back, spinning to pin me to the refrigerator.

Those vise grip fingers shift to my ass, spreading me, supporting me as he pounds into me once, twice. It forces out an unbridled shout as he does, my lips peeling back in a wild grin.

“Yes!”

“You’re so …”

“Soaked. For you.”

“I’m going to make you?—”

“You’dbetter.”

“Wanna bend you over, fold you in half…”

“Whatever you want…as long as it’s hard as you can,” I moan through the bombarding swells of pleasure building in my center.

I slam my arms back, propelling us away from the wall and he stumbles back, crashing through the doors to the study. His ass hits the desk right before I let go, drawing my knees to his shoulders, his arms hooking under my thighs.

Using the desk as leverage, his fingers lock behind my back, positioning me just right, folded in half. Totally helpless andsuspended as he stands back up. His stance spreads, planting his feet as he bounces me once, finding his pace, giving me a warning of what he’s about to do.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream. Excitement. A little nervousness. Right as he draws back his hips.

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