Page 62 of Overdose
She shudders, full body. Her walls flutter around me like she’s already close just from the stretch, the pressure, the drag of steel through silk. Then shemoves.
Grinding first. Slow, taunting circles that make my spine snap tight. Every fucking ridge of my Jacob’s Ladder catches inside her, scraping nerves she didn’t even know she had.
Her mouth drops open. Her head tips back. A filthy little sound falls from her lips.
“Fuck—Dagger?—”
She starts to ride. Raw. Furious. Like she’s mad at me, mad at herself, mad at the whole fucked-up war we’re in, and she’s gonna burn it all down with the way she fucks me.
God, maybe she will.
Because she’s not just riding me—she’s unraveling. Clawing at my chest, biting my neck, moaning into my mouth like she wants to crawl inside me and detonate.
My hands slam her down harder. Again and again.
“Take it,” I rasp, jaw clenched. “Take every fucking inch.”
And she does. Shefucking does.
Her rhythm falters, breath catching like she can’t take anymore but she keeps moving. Chasing that high like it’s the only thing left in this world worth touching.
LikeI’mthe only thing, and I am.
Because this is it.
Her. Me. These piercings she’s about to dream about. This filthy fucking connection we’ll never come back from.
Fuck if I don’t want to watch her fall apart right on top of me.
She bounces—harder now—driven by something that feels like desperation wrapped in rage. Her thighs flex, her ass slapping against my lap, and those soaked little sounds every time she drops down around me? They’re going to haunt me.Fuck, they’re going toruinme.
Her fingers fist my hair, yank my head back just enough to bare my throat, but it only makes me growl. My mouth drags along her collarbone—biting, tasting, claiming.
“You’ve been aching for this,” I snarl against her skin. “Don’t pretend otherwise.”
She doesn’t. She fuckingthrivesin it, riding me like she’s got something to prove. Like this is war, and her pussy’s the weapon.
Christ, she’s good at it.
I slap her ass once, hard enough to leave a print. She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders like she wants to draw blood.
“You going to come for me?” I grit out.
She bites her lip. Nods. Then chokes out, “Dagger?—”
That’s all it takes.
Her whole body locks up, thighs trembling as she crashes into her orgasm. She clenches around me like a vice, velvet walls fluttering, milking me for everything I’ve got. Heat. Pressure. Fucking oblivion.
I snap.
One arm clamps around her waist. I slam up into her, pounding through her aftershocks, deeper, harder, chasing that final crash. My cock throbs, bars of steel dragging against her every nerve ending until?—
“Fuck,” I groan, slamming her down one last time, and then Icome.
Spilling deep.
Pouring every ounce of restraint I ever had into her until there’snothingleft.
