Page 131 of Chalk Outline
Seven piercings.
“You’re insane.”
He laughs menacingly.
I squeeze my eyes shut, attempting to calm my racing mind and thundering heart—calm anything in his glorious presence.
“I’m so in awe of you right now and completely shocked you would do it. I love it.”
I spasm around the wide base of his cock, feeling him throbbing inside me. In the blink of an eye, he slams me onto the mattress, pounds into me, and withdraws ever so slowly.
I lock my legs around him.
“I’ve been waiting to do this for three years,” he says roughly between labored breaths. “You’re mine, Winona.”Thrust.“I want you so badly I might lose control.”Thrust.“There’s no one else.”Thrust.“There will never be anyone else. It’s you or nothing.”
It’s him or nothing.
He growls, losing all his inhibitions. The throaty sound repairs something inside me and makes me wetter than I’ve ever been.
“You seduced my mind, then my body, and took control of my soul. Now, I only moan your name when I ache from pain and writhe with desire.” He thrusts into me with the force of a god, getting so deep my eyes roll back. “Look at me,” he rasps.
I crumble beneath the weight of his loving gaze—a mixture of darkness and untamed desire.
His forearm perched on one side to balance him. He grabs my breast roughly, caging my nipple between two fingers and clamping hard until I scream.
I’m an instrument in his skilled hands. He strums and picks at my skin however he likes, composing an erotic melody from my vocal cords.
“Please release my hands.” My pleas go unnoticed. He growls, making his frustrations known. We both want that, and at the same time, we’re turned on like this.
The arousing sounds of our connection fill the room as our skins smack together, bursting with pleasure.
His piercings enhance the sensations of his thrusts as he hits the deepest part inside me.
We take quick, infrequent gasps.
“Even when I touch your body, every inch of it, somehow, it’s not enough. It would never be enough. I want to embrace your soul and fuse it with mine,” Reeve confesses, gazing down at me, his hips slowing their movement.
Our lips crush, devouring the other while he fucks me slow and deep, letting our bodies converse about the past, present, and future.
I shudder against him.
The daylight and downpour surround the tower as Reeve envelops me. I’m safe between his loving arms. I’m exactly where I need to be—home.
His hand slides between our bodies, flicking my nipple and moving down to rub my clit. With every roll of his hips, he buries himself deeper.
My arousal drips between us.
My pussy tingles and convulses around him.
The way he moans when he’s inside me is pure ecstasy; it makes me forget the past. The heartbreak. The sleepless nights. The anger over our uncertain future. Right now, it’s just me and him. Intertwined.
We gasp between kisses.
His scent and touch are all over me, consuming every thought, movement, and sound I make.
He smiles at me before I’m flipped to my stomach, and my knees are pushed up. In one thrust, he’s inside me again, slamming with sheer force.
He shifts from sweet and tender to animalistic in seconds.
