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I grip her hips tightly, pulling her harder against me, then raise my hand and bring it down on her ass with a sharp smack, watching her jolt and shudder as her flesh ripples under the force, the motion drawing a low, guttural sound from deep within me.
“You love every second of this,” I growl, delivering another rough thrust.
“I do,” she whimpers, her voice breaking with pure, raw hunger.
I lean over her, one hand gripping her throat just enough to make her gasp, my other hand snaking around to circle her clit, fast and unrelenting.
Her body arches beneath me, caught between pain and ecstasy, every muscle straining as I grind into her with brutal purpose. I can feel every ripple of her body around me, the tight clutch driving me to the edge. My breath grows ragged, everythrust deeper, rougher, and making her gasp beneath me. I slam into her harder, my hips meeting hers with a violent rhythm, the slap of flesh echoing in the room.
I groan low, the sound guttural and primal as I feel myself unraveling, but I don’t ease up. I love the way she clenches tighter each time I grip her throat, and the way her body milks every inch of me, desperate for more.
Her sounds are a drug, every moan and shudder making my head spin as I keep pushing and chasing the high, chasing the inevitable crash that burns through both of us. The slick heat of her around me only drives me further, my hips pistoning into her, relentless.
I snarl against her skin, my voice rough with lust, the line between control and abandon blurring with every savage thrust. I savor it, the way her body trembles, and the way her cries turn breathless and broken.
Still, I don’t stop. I keep pounding into her, both of us riding that edge, until every muscle in my body locks tight, every nerve igniting as I chase release with ruthless hunger.
“Don’t hold back,” I command, my voice thick and unrestrained.
She lets go, her entire body shaking as she shatters under me, screaming my name with ragged desperation.
I keep pounding into her, chasing my own release as her walls tighten around me.
“Fuck—” I snarl, losing control as I come hard, my body locking up as I spill inside her, every pulse deep and consuming.
We collapse together, tangled and gasping, the room heavy with the scent of sweat, sex, and victory.
“Now,” I murmur, my voice rough and satisfied.
She grins, sated and glowing, before whispering the information I came for, her voice soft against my skin.
Vescari won’t hide for long.
And neither will I.
Chapter 57 – Celeste - The Last Room
There’s no storm this time as I walk toward Irene’s house. No burning need to confront her. Just something colder. Something heavier.
Closure.
I reach her door and hesitate, my hand hovering above the worn handle. The last time I stood here, I was a different woman. A woman desperate for answers.
Now, I already know everything I need.
I knock, softer than before.
The door opens. Irene stands there, her expression caught between caution and relief.
“You look different,” she says softly.
“I am,” I reply.
She steps aside without a word, and I enter.
We settle in her living room, the same faint scent of lavender lingering in the air.
Irene watches me closely, her gaze searching.
