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“Look at how your pussy just swallows me. You’re taking my cock so fucking well.”
Sweat gathers on his toned chest with each powerful push. He hits deeper than ever before, pulling a cry from somewhere deep within me.Fuck.It feels like he is going to rip through my stomach. I’m so damn full. He is taking over every inch of my body, claiming me.
His lips find the curve of my neck, and I jerk as his teeth tease the sensitive slope. He grazes along the flesh before sucking hard. His hips jerk in rhythm as he leaves what will undeniably be hickeys all over my neck. The pressure of his hot tongue sends a shiver throughout my body, and my pussy clamps around his cock.
I roll my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke, chasing after the wave that keeps breaking at the shore. I can feel myself getting close as he invades my every sense.
“Fuck, Blair,” he curses out before his teeth pierce my flesh.
I let out a scream as he bites harder, no doubt breaking skin. The burning pain sends me over the edge, and I come around his cock without warning. There’s no stopping the release that pours out of me as I get high off the pain and pleasure coursing through my veins like a drug.
Even though I’m a spent mess of sensitive nerves, Eli continues pounding into me. He fucks me like a beast. Raw and unrelenting. He takes and takes and takes until I worry there’s nothing left for me to give.
His strong hand wraps around my throat, and a spark of arousal zaps my core. His fingertips dig into the soft flesh, palm pressing against my windpipe until I’m only able to give shallowbreaths.Harder, I want to beg him, but he is fucking me with such ferocity I can’t even form a coherent word.
“Next time, I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”
“Ph—” I choke off the sound as he squeezes my throat even more tightly, that hot, tingly feeling increasing in my cheeks as the world starts to turn to a hum.
“Myname, Blair. I want you to admit that I own this pussy.”
I’m so sensitive, so sore, but his thrusts are ruthless, like he is punishing me and worshiping me at the same time. Deeper and deeper, he bottoms out, filling me so completely it’s almost painful.
I don’t even realize that I’m crying.
Tears spill down my cheeks as every sensation just becomes too damn much.
“You look beautiful when you’re a mess. My mess.”
I struggle to swallow against his grip. I’m getting less and less oxygen, but it’s only driving me higher and higher. This man is owning every inch of my body, but I don’t feel trapped, I feel free.
My orgasm builds again, and I didn’t even think something like that was possible so soon. I’m completely robbed of my every thought as I become his. Black spots begin to fill my vision, and there is a small surge of panic that has my basic instincts kicking in, my hand reaching up to claw at his forearm in desperation.
He smiles at my struggle, and his thrusts get even more erratic.
This depraved man is getting off on bringing me to the edge of death. But I’m addicted to his darkness and no different than his demon. My orgasm hits its peak as I fight to breathe.
He releases my throat, and cool air comes rushing back in. “Elliott,” I gasp out. The sudden high from oxygen filling mylungs has me spasming around his cock. I come so hard that I just about pass out from the sensation, eyes rolling back in my head.
No one told me sex could ever be like this.
I’m worried he’s broken me for anyone else.
And if he has, what does that mean for me?
How do I survive after tonight? Do I even want to?
Eli pulls out, fisting his cock as he comes all over my chest, painting it white with his cum as he moans. It’s a vision more ethereal than any painting in a museum. I will replay this moment for as long as I have the memory. A dark god towering above me, rewarding me with our depraved passion.
His cock twitches in his hand as he smiles down at me, and my heart just about stops in my chest. He doesn’t look at me like I’m some trophy to be carried on his arm. He doesn’t look at me like a piece of glass that is going to break. He doesn’t look at me like a pair of new white shoes he is afraid of dirtying.
No, Elliott Cross looks at me like I am his salvation, as though my existence only provides him with more power.
My body starts to give out, the orgasms and adrenaline slowly filtering out of my system.
I’m terrified that once the sun rises, I will never be the same.
CHAPTER TWENTY
