Page 15 of The Dead Don't Talk
Oh, shit, is this really happening?
The tease of his fingertips down my crack makes me hiss, my muscles locking up on instinct.
“Are you gonna—oh, shit. Yep. There it is.”
His warm touch finds my hole and circles; the pressure he adds like an unbearable force I have no willpower to stop.
I should.
But Ican’t.
Do I even want to?
What if this is my only chance?
The opportunity to back out disintegrates along with my decorum as Moros’s slicked finger pops past the first tight ring and hegrowls. A sound so animal-like and dangerous that I fight against his grip on my face to look at him through his fingers.
“You’re so fuckingtight, kitten.”
Thrusting the digit deeper, I barely catch sight of him sinking his teeth into his lip through the digits that hold me captive, and my lower stomach ignites.
He says it like it’s a good thing and it’s all anyone who’s ever had sex can talk about when they regale their tales. So, I don’t bother fighting the flipping of my stomach when he leans in close enough to run the tip of his tongue along my ear.
The gaze I was attempting to hold rolls back, and that’s when it hits me.
He’s inside me.
Moros’s finger is literally inside me.
Oh, fucking shit.
Does this count?
His fist is resting against my cheeks, his touch wriggling around an—
“Oh fuck,” I cry out as his touch finds something inside me that lights me up and it takes everything in me not to spill a load all over Wilson’s sheets. “Moros! Whatis that?”
He hums, his teeth trailing down the side of my exposed neck, his touch still teasing. His breath still hot. “Your prostate.”
Stroking the spot inside me again, he sinks those teeth into my shoulder, my stomach coiling up even tighter.
Both sting—the bite and the intrusion—and it’salmostenough for me to ask him to stop. Almost.
The mix of pain with that swirling pleasure is making me breathless.
“Do it again?”
Inhuman sounds escape him as he takes back his finger and handles me. Flips me over. Rips my pants from my body and settles between my thighs.
“Get my cock out,” he demands as he pulls something from the cabinet beside us. My skin raises like chicken skin at the exposure, the damp air around us clinging to me.
“Okay, okay.” Blowing out a shaky breath, I undo his button and reach inside. “Hooooh, damn. No way that’s—It’s huge!”
He snorts while I gulp and the clink of a jar hitting the wood beside me goes unnoticed when his fingers find my hole again.
The circling feels bigger. Wider. Wetter. But I can’t seem to focus on it when I release his giant cock and find it glinting back at me.
“You’re fuckingpierced?”
