Page 194 of Paradox
Condensation fogs, then drips down the glass from my breathy moans.
Messy black hair falls forward over his face.
His tattoo covered biceps bulge as he grips me tighter, fighting against the power of his own blows.
My voice breaks around the filthy noises being punched out of me.
I feel like fireworks are going off in my skull, drowning out everything but the guttural sounds of Eden's grunts and the feeling that I'm about to come untouched.
I don't know how he does it, but it seems to be getting easier for him to completely unravel me.
Dominated, debased, content, loved.
We each hold the other in the palm of our hand.
"Gonna… I'm gonna…" I pant out, and Eden's ironclad grip loosens and my back is bathed in the warmth and weight of his chest.
His thrusts shallow, focusing in. It's insane how well he knows my body.
White-hot flashes of pleasure blind me with every connection.
One hand on the sofa for support, his other reaches around to grab my dick. Not to stroke, just to hold it. It's all that's needed. And with his cock grinding against my insides just right, I'm coming within seconds. Long and hard and earth shattering.
I'm mush; totally destroyed, like I always am.
Eden gives me a few moments to recover, his thrusts slow and languid, like they're lulling me into a false sense of peace. But I'm no fool. I know what's coming.
Still inside me, Eden kneels back up. He grabs my left thigh and brings it up to his chest—turning me on my side and opening me up.
I grip onto the back of the sofa for support as he tugs against my leg for leverage.
He reaches for my jaw, and with it in his clutches, he jerks my head towards him. "Keep your eyes on me, Little One. I wannasee the face of the only man I'll ever fuck… Of the man I love more than anything."
Eden seizes the base of his dick, pulling out of me completely.
Holding me still, I feel the heat of his cock against my hole right before he fucks back into me. He lets go of his shaft to bury his thick cock to the hilt, then withdraws it again in quick succession.
I could get drunk on this; the feeling of my rim stretching open for him again and again. Being forced to feel every single inch of him, each time he sinks back inside me. And the sound of his possessive groans every time he fills me to the brim.
I fucking love it when his lust gets greedy, but this time it's furious, too.
All of the anger and frustration he's feeling towards my brother is being focused into his thrusts. And they're brutal.
After pounding into me one last time from tip to base, he snatches up my arm. Now with one hand gripping my left thigh and the other clinging to my outstretched right arm, he picks up speed and ruthlessly fucks into me, over, and over, and over.
My hip joints and muscles are being stretched to their absolute limit as I'm splayed open. Yet his passion is endearing, and the hunger for me that he has written all over his face makes it worthwhile.
All of it's been worthwhile.
The anxiety, the fear, the guilt, the hatred and self loathing I felt that morning I caught Eden jerking off—every damn thing I've felt since dropping out has been worth it to get here.
I'm glad I was a virgin.
I'm glad I didn't force myself to do something I knew was never right, because Eden van der Hart is my soulmate.
My person.
My one and only.
