Page 148 of The Darkest Chase

I’m ready to scream myself hoarse by the time he stops on my neck.

And I do scream as he sucks my skin.

My nails bite his shoulders—then pull away as he catches my hands, forces them behind my back, holds them there in one hand.

His free hand cups my breast, rolling, squeezing, digging his fingers in, flicking my nipple with his tongue.

As his teeth play with my flesh, he crushes me against him until I’m helpless and convulsing around his cock, completely losing my mind.

It's too much.

Twin points of heat against my throat, my back curling into this vulnerable position by his bruising grip, my arms trapped, my nipples throbbing as he pinches and rolls and teases.

My clit grinds against the base of his cock.

His thick shaft moves inside me, kissing me from the inside, imprinting him on me like clay.

I’m so gone, tightening around his girth like a glove.

I can’t handle it.

Not another thrust.

Finally, I snap, breaking like someone split me in half, shaking as my O rockets through me.

It feels like getting fucked raw and deep, my inner walls clenched around his cock, pressing down tight and then relaxing.

Over and over, a rhythm that leaves me struggling to breathe.

To whisper.

To do anything besides dissolve into a shattered mess.

“Little rocket,” he groans softly, thrumming against the skin of my throat.

It tells me how much he loves it when I come on him.

Just how much he feels it when I’m so sensitive I can feel him swelling inside me, thickening, his pulse beating violently.

It’s so close.

So intimate I want to hide.

Curling forward into him, I whimper as I bury my face against his neck like I’m mimicking my mock-vampire lover.

That’s it.

I’m so completely ruined.

“Talia.” He kisses my jaw, the corner of my mouth. His voice is husky, raw. His fingers tighten on my wrists. “Talia, fucking move for me.”

Oh, I try—but the second my body tightens even a fraction, sensitive pain stabs up inside me, this hyper-aroused aftermath where the slightest touch can make me scream.

I whimper, shaking my head and burying my face deeper in his throat.

“I… I can’t…”

His palm cups my cheek as he looks at me, coaxing my head to rise.

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