Page 41 of Heads You Lose (Grim & Beast Duet 2)

“You’re so tight,” I exclaim, breathless, mindless, hopelessly fucking in love with her as I try to control myself and not slam into her like the feral beast I am, because right at the back of my head there’s a niggle, something I can’t quite put my finger on, something important that I’m missing beneath the lust and the love. But that thought disappears as she grabs my arse, her nails drawing blood.

“Take it!” she orders.

I motherfucking take it.

I slam into her with one hard thrust, right up to the goddamn hilt. The force of my penetration pushing the desk across the concrete floor.

She screams, arching her neck as my dick hits her cervix and my fingers grip her hips.

It feels like heaven on fucking earth.

It feels like home.

Sliding my arm beneath her back, I grasp her to me, cradling her against my chest momentarily as she buries her teeth into my shoulder.

“This is what home is,” I mutter, before pressing her back onto the desk and claiming the only woman I will ever love, fucking her rough, quick and hard.

Her breaths come hard and fast, her hands grasping my back, her legs wrapping around my hips as though she’s hanging on for dear life. Perhaps she is, because I’ve never been more determined to obliterate every memory of every other man she’s allowed into her bed than I am right now.

I pound into her, promising myself that after we’ve fucked I will love on her the right way, slowly, leisurely, for hours and hours and fucking hours.

But right now, I meet her energy with my own.

I’m desperate and greedy.

Fucking her with a frenzied kind on need.

My balls slap against her arse, my dick swells inside of her as we fuck. She’s so tight, so fucking perfect and I don’t hold back. Ican’thold back.

And she’s right there with me, returning my force in kind, lifting her hips to meet mine, carving her nails down my back, biting my skin and drawing blood until I’m half blind with sensation, with feeling, with emotion, as she screams out my name.

Right here on her desk, we fuck our feelings into life.

We drag out all of the anger and the pain, the frustration and the disappointment, the lust and the love, pulling it to the surface until her core is squeezing the cum out of my dick and we’re a pile of sweaty, shaking limbs, sloppy kisses and battered hearts slowly knitting themselves back together again.

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