Page 60 of Moth
He shivers at the sound of his name, digging his fingers into the backs of my thighs. An experimental buck of his hips draws another gasp from me, my teeth clipping together. Then another. Another. Again, this time as he snatches me to him, thrusting deeper…
All I can do is dig my nails into his back and hold on. The sound he makes when I moan is so damn wild. Dangerous. Unrestrained, he pushes into me without hesitation this time. Hard. Harder. Beneath me, the table jolts with every thrust, sending an array of tools crashing to the floor.
It’s the prelude to the volatile soundtrack we make together. I hear myself moan again amid the creak of the table and his own smothered curses. It’s a tune as disjointed and complex as the music from his club. When his voice goes hoarse, he just settles for biting his lower lip, drawing another bead of blood alongside the gash I made.
Thrust after thrust, he picks up speed, using my own weight to enhance the contact. Every dose of friction carries some twisted emotion he’s driving into me. I can name them all—rage, hate, lust.Like layers of ink, they transform my body into a creation of his own making. Something wild. Untamed. Free. Breathless.
All I can do is let him remake me, riding each wave until I break. It happens so fast, so violently. I claw at his shoulders, and our lips meet again, teeth gnashing until every sound I make is swallowed whole.
He finally pulls away, hissing as my body tightens, resisting his loss. I think it’s over, but then he lifts me from the table and shoves me down. I hit the floor, face down, and while I blink in confusion, he hooks one arm around my waist and yanks me up onto my hands and knees. He enters me again before I even get my bearings.
I can’t silence a cry—a whimper.
But he doesn’t stop, and God…I never want him to.
Mindless, he rocks into me, crushing me with his weight while simultaneously inching our bodies across the ivory tile.More. More. More.With every thrust, we leave streaks of black ink everywhere. Ebony handprints. We’re darkness, marring the light, and I let him swallow me up whole until nothing’s left.
Just fire.
