Page 59 of Voracious

Me:You’d need to catch me first, dickhead.

I scream and drop my phone as strong arms wrap around my waist from behind and yank me off my feet, pushing me into a spare room and slamming me into the door to close it. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show he can dominate me as my chest pushes against the hard surface. He snatches my wrist, squeezing until I drop my bat, and plasters himself to my back.

He grabs one of my ponytails and wraps it around his fist, holding me in place as he slips his gloved hand up the front of my corset, capturing my throat.

“You found me,” I whisper, my voice betraying me as it shakes. Instead of trying to get away, I arch my back, pushing my ass against the obvious hardness. “What now?”

He lets go of my hair and grabs my wrist, pinning it above my head, then does the same with the other. He uses one hand to hold them in place, the other sliding down my back, over the tulle of my tutu, and pulling my tight girl boxers down over my ass.

Tingles explode as he lowers his masked face to my shoulder, heavily breathing, letting out a low groan as he kneads my ass cheek, sliding the leather of his gloves between my legs, my clit throbbing as he glides over my wetness, pushing a finger inside an inch then dragging my arousal over my back hole.

I stiffen, even though I want him to keep going.

“Relax,” he warns, his voice muffled through the mask.

I let out a whimper as he eases the tip of his finger inside, the tightness making me both moan and tremble. My fingers curl into my palms as he pushes in and out at a slow pace, getting deeper and making my head fall back against his chest.

My body is on fire as he picks up the pace, my moans drowning the faint music filling the darkness of the bedroom. Will he replace his finger with his cock? We only ever tried anal once, and he stopped because I was far too nervous, yet now, I want him to yank me from the door, bend me over and drive his cock so hard into my ass, I’ll break my voice box from screaming.

Swirls of warmth wrap around my spine, and I push against his finger with each thrust. My inner thighs are soaked, and after a minute of him patiently waiting for me to relax, he pulls out then pushes two fingers inside. My toes are curling in my boots, and I can barely stay standing.

He pants as he releases my wrists and pushes my skull into the door as he goes harder, faster, deeper. I’m screaming. Begging for more. Crying out for Godand Kadeand everything as my ass grips his fingers, my pussy pulsing and clenching with each wave as my orgasm nearly knocks me out.

I wince as he pulls his fingers out, and I nearly collapse against the door, but he catches me, turning me around to face him.

He pulls his hood down, his dishevelled hair nearly as dark as his blackened heart – my vision still distorted from the euphoria running wild in my veins. Sliding his mask up, and then mine, his eyes darken with possessiveness. “Tymoy,Vesnushki.”

“What does th—”

Kade grabs my throat and kisses me into silence.

Our bodies touch, the vibrations unbearable. It’s mind-bending, having him so close to me. He swallows my gasps, tastes the alcohol on my tongue – devouring me.

He kicks my ankles apart, and a shiver scatters through me as he presses himself between my legs. Hard, thick and ready. The heat from his cock is right at my core, and I need all the barriers gone. A moan rumbles between us, and I’m not sure who it came from. I give him back as much as he’s giving me, and then he’s pulling us away from the door and my back hits the mattress.

Kade’s mouth is on mine again.

Pure lust and adrenaline inject into my veins as I lie beneath the devil, waiting for him to consume me until I’m no longer able to breathe, no longer capable of stringing words together. I wait for him to kiss my throat, nip the sensitive flesh with his teeth and fuck me into oblivion.

Kade Mitchell is a glitch in my system. He was never supposed to be in my life. I was never supposed to sneak behind my friend’s back to take all of his firsts as I handed him mine. We were never supposed to fall in love and travel the world together. We were supposed to fuck each other until we passed out though. No matter how secretive and messed-up our lives are, holding us both back from what we want, sleeping together without anyone knowing works.

It works pretty well. I can’t make myself orgasm the way he’s had me submitting and unravelling in the past – taking away every single thought from my mind as he bends my own reality through each thrust and pulse of pleasure. He learned my body language while I was above or beneath him, what angles drive me deeper into the spiral, how my moans and whimpers warrant a certain speed or how hard to pound me.

Anticipation coils in my spine as he straightens his arms and looks at me, taking me in, as he licks his lips and watches the way my chest rises and falls, almost to the muffled beat of the song in the distance.

Desire courses through me as he bites his fingertips and pulls off his glove with his teeth, then reaches for my corset. He stops at the first hook. If he’s planning on taking it off me, he’ll be as well starting now so we can at least have sex within the next few hours. This thing took three of us to fasten. There must be a million clips.

But his eyes lift to mine. The blue of them shines, but there is an ounce of pain in them too. And need. A hunger so fierce I think he might rip the corset off my body.

“Have you let anyone touch you?” His voice is deep – a threat.

I shake my head.

“Kiss you?”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, and his eyes drop to my mouth. “There was this one guy,” I say, breathless as he leans down to my throat again. “On the dance floor.”

“Yeah?” he says against my heated skin, peppering my pulse with soft kisses.

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