Page 49 of Spark of Madness

For a moment, I feel wanted.

No one has ever kissed me sweetly, softly.

No one has ever given me an erotic moment of gentleness and peace.

Then his tongue paints a wet, hard line across my skin, dragging up the spot behind my ear all the way to my hair line. I shiver.

“Do you want me?” he whispers.

My head nods, though it’s turned, my cheek pressed to the wall in front of me. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“I-I don’t know...”

“I don’t know why I want you, either.”

His hands glide down my arms, dropping to my hips. He grapples with the fabric of my dress, his long fingers working to inch it up my thighs. His hips press, and he slowly grinds against my bottom, hissing his relief as he tries to let go of his waning control. “I should be repulsed by you, sinner…but you bewitch me.”

His cock moves from behind me, and suddenly, I feel it sliding along the side of my hip, slipping across the silky fabric of my gown. My eyes dart down and my breath hitches to see his excessive thickness rubbing along my hip, watching as he works to wrap my dress around it.

He leans heavily, pinning me to the wall, crushing my hands between my breasts, and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. He works his hips, slowly thrusting, stroking his cock along my hip wrapped in the fabric of my dress.

I want this so much it aches. It aches between my legs, but it also aches in my heart, in my conscience. I shouldn’t want this with the man who controls my fate, the person set to put me through the trials that will more than likely end my life.

But I think I need it right now.

I need to be touched, too.

“May I—”

I only manage to squeak out those two words before his hand wraps around my body, grips one of my wrists, and forcefully shoves my hands down. He moves them until they’re between my legs.

“Do it, sinner. Show me your depravity and come with me.”

His words lasso around me and tug everything to my center. My body sinks with the ache in my belly, the sick desire that makes me curl around it. My face scrunches with the pain of need, and I stretch my fingers, their tips grazing over my underwear. I whimper.

I need more.

My fingers stretch and bend, trying to reach the pulsing throb in my clit, but I can’t with the way I’m pinned.

“Please...”

Arlo groans, hips thrusting, his cock slipping along my side. His thrusts push me harder to the wall, but if I shift my hips just right, the pulses make my clit slam against my fingers. Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure ripping through my body, and each beat between makes me more desperate.

His lips are on my neck, rubbing over my skin, parted and slick, and his breaths pant heat in their wake. The heat spreads and lowers, sparking something terrible, vicious, and truly depraved within me—it sparks a madness I can’t control.

“More,” I beg. “Harder. Faster.”

Teeth nip at my skin as he groans, as his body curls, and his thrusts along my side hasten and grow in strength. “Sweet fucking sin…Sweetsin,Mercy.”

He pounds against me from behind, one hand curled around the silk wrapping his cock, the other gripping my hip. His fingers dig into me painfully. He steps closer until the entire front of my body aches from being pressed so hard to the wall.

The ache is exquisite.

With the angle of our hips and the way he pins me to the spot, my fingers can finally reach and circle that throbbing nub. Puffs of breath escape me as we work fast and hard, chasing release together.

His nose nuzzles my neck, drifting back, and I feel it brush against my hair. He inhales deeply, and a moan escapes me as he whispers, “Wildflowers and starlight.” His hand leaves my hip, and suddenly, it’s wrapped around my hair at the base of my neck. He jerks back on it, and I whimper as my neck cranes, chin lifting skyward at a beautifully painful angle. “This is mine.” He rubs his face in my hair.

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