Page 138 of Burn Like An Angel

His tempo increases again, slapping our bodies together. I’m going to slide off the bed in a boneless puddle if he doesn’t stop this game.

“I want to hear that you love me.”

The son of a bitch.

He’s trying to tear the truth out of me. Fuck me until I have no fight left to give and steal my affections before I can change my mind. But worst of all?

I want to give it to him. He wants proof. Fine. I’ll hand over the signed confession he needs to finally move on. We’ve come too far to stop before the final hurdle.

“Lennox.” The six letters strain my vocal cords. “You’re a sadistic motherfucker.”

Spank.

“Argh! Fuck! But I do… I do love you. God, I fucking love you.”

Spank.

“Again!” he commands.

“You insane asshole! I am in love with you!”

Spank.

The sheer intensity has tears saturating my cheeks. I can no longer tell exquisite pain from pleasure anymore. I’ve melted into him, too weak to withstand his onslaught.

Spank.

“Now,” Lennox orders. “Come all over my cock, baby.”

It’s all the permission my mind needs. It splinters apart, the individual lobes rupturing behind my skull. The howl pouring from me doesn’t sound like my own. I’ve become something unrecognisable.

My climax is so intense, I faintly wonder if I’m going to black out. It feels like too much to hold inside. Every part of me is quivering, exhausted by his relentless teasing.

The hot burst of his release surging inside me makes my own deep pangs roll on and on. Lennox roars through his climax, hands clamping on my hips so he can pour every last drop into me.

“Take it all.” He thrusts furiously. “Milk me dry, baby.”

“God! Yes!”

I shout out through each iteration of blissful agony. I’ve fallen flat onto the soaked sheets, unable to hold myself up any longer. Lennox pulls out and slumps, lifting me so I can rest on his chest.

Beneath my head, his heart rate is a racing symphony. Warmth slicks between us as our essences mingle. I feel utterly spent, every part of me wrung-out.

“Fuck,” he gasps.

My eyes are sealed shut. “That was… intense.”

A hand drags up and down my sweaty spine, rough fingertips pausing on the healing punctures left by the taser.

As we both struggle to catch our breath, I hear the faint words he forces out. It takes all my strength to raise my head to look up at him.

“What?”

Blazing lake water eyes flick over me. “Nothing.”

“I heard you, Nox. Just say it again.”

His mouth crooks in a tired smile.

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