Page 115 of Betrayed in the Dark
Holy fuck.
“You know.” Eli’s hands grip my waist as his lips graze my neck. “If the light hits just right, someone could see right through this piece of glass and witness you getting thoroughly fucked by me.” A shiver runs over me as the pulse between my legs turns into a thunderous pounding. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I hesitantly nod, suddenly feeling embarrassed by this revelation. What is wrong with me that I would want this?
Eli grips my chin, turning my face toward him. “Don’t be embarrassed with me. Not when I’ll give you everything you desire.” His lips mold to mine, his fingers tightening their hold over me. “But know this, if anyone ever saw you in this state, I would be forced to kill them.”
With one quick move, Eli thrusts himself inside me. A moan escapes between my lips as he fills me, stilling inside me.
“So fucking tight,” he groans, his lips ghosting over the back of my neck.
The floor below us is in a flurry of activity as people walk around, gambling, betting, and chatting.
They have no idea that I’m being fucked right above them.
There’s something so entirely erotic about this.
Eli’s hand slides up my rib cage, over my shoulder, and around my neck, where he squeezes. My pussy pulses with need as he begins to move in a steady rhythm, in and out. Every time he thrusts inside, he hits that special spot inside me. The one that’s making my knees weak and my core throb.
“More,” I breathe, meeting him for each thrust. “I need more.”
His other hand slides between me and the glass, lowering until it ends up cupping my center. Two fingers glide over my clit in smooth circles, over and over again. Faster and faster.
“Yes.” I rest the back of my head against his chest, and the palms of my hands begin to slide down the glass.
“God, you feel so good, love.” His thrusts grow harder and rougher, just the way I like it, as his hand slides down my side and his fingers dig into my hip bone, securing me to him. He pushes my body to its limit, knowing what I can handle. Knowing my body better than me. Always giving me everything I need. “You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
His fingers move with precision over my clit, the orgasm on the precipice of appearing at any second.
“Oh my God.” I reach behind me, gripping his bicep for support.
He hisses as my nails dig into his skin, leaving half-moons behind. His thrusts grow more frantic, his hand maneuvering up my waist, over the side of my breast, and around my neck, squeezing. Black dots begin to line the edge of my vision, amplifying the intensity of every sensation in my body.
“Come for me, Princess.”
“Eli,” I scream, lost in a state of unfiltered pleasure. I unravel against the glass as he loosens his grip around my throat. The orgasm rocks through my center, taking me to heights unknown. Lands never traveled.
This is better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
This is a moment I’ll never forget.
He groans as he thrusts one more time, his body shuddering as he spills inside me.
And that’s when reality hits me like a bucket of ice-cold water.
We didn’t use protection.
Granted, I’m on birth control and have been for years.
But it’s not foolproof.
And after everything that happened a year ago…
The fucking letter…
The ring meant for another woman…
My wedding…
