Page 74 of Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood 1)

She rippled around me, and I was a panting, writhing mess. I felt like the virgin. I took some deep breaths, trying to stop myself from coming. She just felt so fucking perfect.

Her legs wrapped around me and I groaned as she clawed up my back again.

"I have to move, baby," I murmured.

"Yes," was all she said, but somehow it was enough to send my lust spiraling even more.

I pulled out and then buried myself again until our hips met. “Fucking. Perfect,” I growled.

I feasted on her flesh as I moved in and out of her frantically, licking, biting and kissing a path to her mouth to claim that too. We moaned and fed on each other for long moments. Our rhythm was ravenous, anguished, like we both feared this was our last moment.

I hiked her leg over my shoulder so I could go deeper and deeper again. I wanted her to feel me...forever. If there was a way to make our bodies one in this moment, I would have done it. But if I couldn't have that, I wanted her sore, aching, reminded of me with every step she took when I wasn't around.

She bit her bottom lip, biting so hard a drop of blood beaded down from it. I couldn't stop myself from licking it, wanting every part of her to be a part of me. She gasped at the sting and grabbed my ass to push me to go faster.

“Please,” she begged again, and unbidden images of her on her knees, a blindfold over her eyes as I fed her my cock flashed through my brain.

I groaned, the fantasy, combined with the very real feel of her surrounding me right now, overwhelming me with lust.

It was so intense, as I continued to move I feared I wouldn't last long. Not like this, with her wrapped around me in every possible way.

I kissed her long and hard, our breaths mingling together in gasps.

I pushed and pulled into her again and again. And it felt like she was working some kind of witchcraft while we moved together. It was like she was dragging everything from inside of me. All the feelings and emotions I've done my best to keep locked away in a little box.

I didn't realize until she came back into my life how exhausting it was to keep myself numb, to never let me feel everything thrashing around inside of me. I hadn't let myself care about anyone.

What the fuck was she doing to me?

“Come with me,” I ordered when I could feel her start to tighten around my cock. I sunk down against her, chest to chest, and rested my elbows on either side of her head. I was so far gone, so desperate to feel every inch of her that I pressed her legs farther apart with my hips so I could fully seat myself inside, so far apart I’m sure it hurt. Taking in her cry, I started moving, long, deep thrusts that pushed her up the mattress each time. Her arms grabbed onto the headboard. It bounced against the wall and I hoped everyone in this fucking building heard it.

The sound of the headboard, the creak of the bed, the slapping rhythm as our bodies met...our groans. It was an erotic soundtrack that I just wanted to hear over and over again.

My name fell from her lips, repeatedly, just adding to everything.

And it was suddenly too much. Aurora, her voice, the breath rushing along my neck and the reality that she was really here, in my bed. Panic thrummed through me. I wanted to keep her here, tie her up so that this moment could never end. Because once it did...

Holding tight, I tried to focus on the feel of her, the soft panting cries she was giving me.

"Good girl, baby. I'm so fucking close."

Evidently, she liked that because she was suddenly so fucking wet I felt like I'd just entered nirvana. Trembling beneath me, she started crying out.

“Stellan. So good. Fuck yes. Please...”

I gritted my teeth at her first spasm, and a burning sensation built in my lower spine. I clamped my teeth down on the soft skin that connected her neck to shoulder, wanting to break the skin and leave a lasting mark.

And then I spiraled into oblivion. The best kind. The only one I wanted from then on.

“Aurora.” Groaning out her name, I got to the edge of the cliff, pressing deeper, harder, faster into her. Wanting more, more, more.

I fell over the edge, and in that moment, the only thing I cared about was her coming apart around me and the feeling that she was suddenly the center of my life.

We laid there for a long moment, intertwined, and I never wanted to be apart.

"Mmmh. I think I need another cupcake," she said with a giggle as she opened her eyes and stared at me like she used to.

Like I was the sun and the stars and her...hero.

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