Page 60 of Run Little Fawn

The hard wood bites into my back, but I don't care. I'm beyond sensation, lost in the feel of his body moving against mine, his kisses, his hands.

His mouth trails down, leaving a scorching path along my collarbone, my shoulders, my breasts.

A moan escapes my lips, turning into a gasp as he rips off my bra and takes one peaked bud into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, his teeth.

I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me, wanting more, needing it.

Then, as quickly as it started, he pulls away, his eyes dark and hooded as they bore into mine. "You're driving me insane." He growls, his voice hoarse with restrained need.

I smile, a mischievous, triumphant smile, even as I feel his arousal against my thigh. "Good. I believe that was the plan."

My back meets the wood of the door again, and I feel him, hot and hard, pressing against me. His hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back, exposing the line of my throat.

I can feel his breath as he moves closer, a soft touch of his lips as he kisses the sensitive skin there.

My skin tingles, alive with sensation, as his kisses travel along my jaw, down my neck, toward the pulse point where I can feel his mouth on me.

His hands tighten on my thighs, and I know what he's about to do. That delicious anticipation curls in my belly, as his fingers hook into the thin material of my panties, tearing it away with a sharp movement. There's a flash of cool air and then he frees himself from his slacks and boxers.

I can feel his arousal, hard and insistent, as it presses against my belly, seeking that sweet spot that will drive us both wild. His hands are everywhere, branding me, claiming me, and I'm ready to be consumed.

As I feel him tear away the last barrier save for my garter belt, his mouth finds mine, and the kiss is fierce, possessing.

I submit to his touch, his taste, my hands on his shoulders, his chest, exploring, needing to feel the hard planes of his body under my fingertips.

He takes me with a fierceness that steals my breath away, claiming me as his. His thrust is forceful, pressing me back against the door with the weight of his body.

For a moment, the world narrows to the feel of him filling me, possessing me, brandishing his own brand of dominance. I feel his power, his raw, unyielding need, and it ignites something primal within me.

A strangled moan escapes my throat as the fullness of him stretches and claims me. He sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward with each relentless thrust.

The force of it reverberates through me, slamming me back against the unforgiving wood. The impact jolts through my body, sending sparks of pleasure and pain flaring along my nerve endings.

I'm aware of the bite of the door at my back, the heat of his breath on my skin, the harsh rasp of his jeans against my inner thighs.

Sensations collide and merge, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. It's a heady mix, pushing me to the precipice of something wild and untamed.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling the bunch and roll of his hard muscles as he moves within me. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room, accompanied by the raw music of our staggered breathing and broken moans.

There's no gentleness here, no soft words or tender caresses. This is about possession and domination, about fulfilling the dark, unspoken needs that haunt us both.

I revel in the bite of his teeth on my shoulder, the bruising grip of his hands on my hips, holding me in place as he moves with ruthless precision. A primal display of the underlying tension that has existed between us since the beginning.

I knew he had this in him. Something in me called to that untamed part of him, urged him to lay claim to me in a way that was raw and real and undeniable.

And now, here we are.

I raise my legs, wrapping them tighter around his waist, taking him deeper still. His eyes, blazing with a feral light, hold mine captive as he pushes relentlessly forward, my name a hoarse, husky mantra on his lips.

My nails scrape down his back, a silent demand for more, for everything he can give me. Our bodies shine with sweat, our movements becoming frenzied as we hurtle toward the precipice. His fingers bite into my skin, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

He reaches between us, his thumb rubbing fast, expert circles around my clit as his cock finds my spot time and again with each thrust. I'm so close, so deliciously enraptured by all the sensations he's unleashing on me, I can hardly even remember where I am.

And then, with one final thrust, we free-fall.

Our release comes in a rush, a cataclysmic explosion of sensation that leaves us both breathless and spent. He slumps against me, his forehead resting on mine, our hearts pounding a wild rhythm against each other's rib cages.

In the quiet that follows, I feel him stir, his breath warm against my skin as he plants a soft, possessive kiss on my shoulder.

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