Page 149 of The Darkest Chase

He helps me find his lips in a sticky kiss that slips into me and opens me in the most sinful way, leaving me helpless.

Slow, so slow, yet always in control.

Always stripping my will until I’m his.

Truly, completely, irrevocably.

And when I open my eyes as our lips part, I see him.

I meet his glacial eyes, and I realize he knows.

He knows exactly what he does to me and he’s enjoying it.

Relishing the fact that he can make me beg for pain, for relief, for pleasure, for anything.

Knowing that I’ll push past my physical limits and give myself up in the sweetest ways, just to feel him come.

“You can,” he whispers, stroking his thumb along my cheek. There’s a moment when his cock jerks inside me, and I suck in a breath, thighs tensing.

“Move for me, Talia. Let me see you suffer for your pleasure.”

A low, keening sound rips from my throat.

I tremble, fear clutching up in my stomach and chest.

But it’s that fear of something you want, if only you’re brave enough to risk it.

I know it won’t hurt. I know I’ll love the pain.

And after meeting his eyes for a few shivering moments, I move.

Just the slightest switch of my hips at first—only to freeze, tensing with a cry as his cock slips against my inner walls and sensation screams through me.

I feel like a raw nerve, too much stimulation, too swollen and sore already and now this, now this.

Yet stopping makes it worse, the flare of his cock head presses against that brutally sensitive spot deep inside me that feels like a trigger.

I’m afraid to move.

But I can’t not when I’m vibrating like a plucked violin string.

I’ve never had a clit this swollen in my life.

Teeth clenched, I shift again, rocking back, easing some of the pressure inside me but only making the other feelings worse as his friction hits.

Every imprint of his shape teases me while he stretches me out, carving the ridges of his veins into me, his pubic bone grazing my clit with vicious shocks.

I’m so ready.

So ready to break.

Again, a little thrust.

A small rock of my hips before I have to stop.

Again, again!

Each time wrenching a whimper from my throat and a boiling curse from his.

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