Page 110 of The Darkest Chase

Giving him me.

Groaning roughly, his hands tighten on my hips as he moves.

As he takes.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Like being pierced with steel wrapped in silk, filling and stretching, pure intimacy and obscenity, wonderful and terrible, leaving me in flames.

He strokes so deep inside me.

My cry becomes a shrill purr as I rise up against him, wrapping my arms tight around his neck, digging my nails into his shoulder blades.

I’m being fucked by a ghost and I think I like it.

It feels like it never stops, inch after brutal inch sliding deeper, caressing me in places I didn’t know any man could reach.

With every inch, Micah kisses me deeper, not just taking me but taking me with him.

“Micah!” I whimper against his lips, over and over again as we flow into each other, deeper with every movement, coming together in vicious rhythm.

I don’t know how I fell into this but I don’t ever want it to stop.

There’s no sound except our racing breath and rubbing skin and the wet slick murmur of our mating lips.

We’re like one animal, moving to the same heat, the same tempo, rising and falling together until this thing between us shreds time.

Holy hell.

An endless crescendo.

My body sings with every thrust that makes me hold on to him tighter still.

I don’t know how Micah managed to get so deep inside me, so fast, but he makes me feel the full majesty of every thrust.

Wild.

Tender.

Lust.

Fear.

Desperation.

It’s like flinging open a Pandora’s box that’s been sealed for my entire life.

Now it’s wide open and everything floods out, washing us away, ripping my breath from my lungs.

Right now, I don’t care if I never breathe again.

Not when all I need is him.

Micah, and this sticky sweet madness we find together.

Urgency, tumbling, faster, falling, falling.

Coming!

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