Page 68 of The Dark Before Light

She nods eagerly. “Yes.”

“Show me what’s mine.”

She gets rid of her lacy thong. Her knees lift and drop open again, even wider than before. She trails a hand down her stomach, making a V of her fingers to spread her glistening folds. Her middle finger dips inside her body. Her back arches off the bed.

I can’t fucking breathe. “After I make you come all over my cock, I’m filling your ass,” I warn.

She moans. “Please.”

My jeans and briefs hit the floor. Higher brain function turns off. I crawl atop her, throwing her hand out of the way. I don’t even have to line myself up—it’s like my body knows hers already. Her hips lift, legs framing my thighs. White lights sparkle across my vision as my cock finds the source of her heat. I might be having a stroke. I don’t care.

One vicious thrust brings me all the way in.

“Oh God,” she cries, her face contorting and eyes closing.

She’s tighter than her fists, her throat. Hot as molten metal, as familiar and miraculous as rain on my upturned face.

“Look at me,” I snarl.

My brave girl does as I ask, opening her eyes. Everything she can’t say and won’t admit swims inside them. I’m utterly lost.

Drawing back, I push inside her again. Hard. Again. Harder. I find her mouth with mine and spear it with my tongue as I fuck her mercilessly. She’s still too tight, struggling to adjust to my size despite how wet she is. I’m probably hurting her, but I’m too far gone to care. So is she.

“Yes, God, yes,” she sobs. “Harder.”

Her nails dig into my back, my ass. I come down to my forearms, giving her my weight and the grind of my pelvis against her clit. Sweat drips from my forehead to her face, running into a line of fresh tears. My tears. I lick them off her cheek as she coils tighter and tighter, her moans almost continuous.

Half a dozen more thrusts and she incinerates with a choked scream. Her body convulses beneath me, pussy clamping down so hard I see white again. Warmth gushes around my cock.

Willpower holds back my own release as I ride out her orgasm, never letting up. The moment she goes supine, I pull out and throw her onto her stomach. I smack her ass so hard the pale skin instantly blooms red, then drag her to her knees and shove two fingers into her still-fluttering pussy. She whimpers, writhing against my hand as I fuck her hard and fast with it.

I’m a madman. She’s a succubus. Heaven can’t compare to this and if this is Hell, I’m never leaving.

My thumb gathers her cream and lifts to massage her asshole. Her pussy spasms, soaking my fingers anew.

“Such a good girl,” I whisper. “You want it so bad, don’t you?”

I increase the pressure and she whimpers, rocking back harder. My thumb slips inside. Our synchronized moans sound like a goddamn harmony.

“Lube?” I rasp.

She looks at me over her shoulder, dark hair curtaining half of her face. “I don’t want it. Spit on me.”

I almost come right then. It’s a miracle, in fact.

Grabbing her hips, I lube her with my tongue and spit. Her groans are so guttural they vibrate against my jaw.

I retreat to push a finger into her and pump it leisurely. As soon as she adjusts, I add another. Then a third. I spit twice more to keep her nice and wet. Her head tosses back and forth against the mattress, her cries verging toward sobs again.

“With me, Talia?”

“Do it already,” she snaps.

My laugh is villainous. I bend forward and clamp my teeth on the muscle between her neck and shoulder. She yelps and thrusts harder against my fingers.

“Please,” she whispers. “Please fuck my ass, Kieran.”

I lick the inflamed skin. “That’s my girl.”

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