Page 35 of Iris' Lying Eyes

“Fuck, yeah,” he says simultaneously, pulling out and pumping back in.

His hands span my legs, the hold tight enough to sting, but all I feel is the glorious tingles that build in my spine and cascade over my limbs.

Arching, I dig my heels into his ass and gasp, “More.”

His granite eyes find mine, and he picks me up by the ass before surging into me. “That enough for you?” He rasps.

“Yes, more. So good,” I moan, pumping against him rapidly.

“Mm, that’s it, baby. Get yourself off,” he says roughly.

Biting my lip, I bow off the bed, and he falls into me that much further before thrusting his hips. He’s so deep. He’s touching everything.

The tingles turn to a crescendo and I sob, “Oh god.”

“Mm,” he hums, reaching down and strumming my clit.

Time freezes. I arch into the air, and I fall over the abyss, crying out his name.

I’m still riding the high as he drops my ass to the bed and pushes me up before thrusting into me swiftly.

I feel like a doll beneath his massive form, but I love the feeling in a way I refuse to describe.

He’s hammering into me, his mouth curled in a snarl. The tingles pick back up and I pump against him, chasing another orgasm.

Need burns through my veins. I clench, my core spasming violently and his eyes roll. He grunts. I thrash my head around on the bed as his warmth floods me in waves.

“B!” I cry, convulsing around him.

“So fucking perfect,” he groans, shuddering above me.

Inexplicably, my chest pinches, and with a frown, I look away as Bastion collapses on top of me.

His heaving chest slides against mine, warm against my suddenly chilled skin. Closing my eyes, I mentally wrap my arms around his shoulders, and I don’t let go.

∞∞∞

I’m silently castigating myself when Bastion lets out something between a grunt and a sigh before rolling over and grabbing his pants. Warily, I sit up and grab the blanket, watching his jerky movements.

That may have been un-fucking-believable, but I’m guessing by the scowl on his face, he’s not pleased. Too bad.

“Get dressed,” he says, and I eye him mulishly.

When I don’t jump to do his bidding, he pauses and levels me with his dark stare. “Now.”

“Bastion,” I say, rubbing my forehead. “Can’t you just let this go? It’s not going to work.”

“Why not? You do what I need, and I find that fucker.”

“You don’t need me,” I say. “And I can find him on my own.”

Dropping his hands, he grabs my arms and shakes me until I raise my eyes to his. “Enough. You’ve got five seconds to put that dress on, or I’ll carry you out as you are.”

Right, because I’m gonna respond to pissy demands. Does he know me at all?

Smirking, I pull away and sit on the bed. “Fine.”

His answering sigh makes me smile, and I bow my head to hide the evidence until he wraps his coat around me, picks me up, and hefts me over his shoulder.

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