Page 104 of Like A Moth To A Flame

“B-but, I-I—”

He silenced me with a kiss, deep and soothing.

Pushing me roughly against the cold glass, he entered me with a fluid motion that pulled all the breath left from my lungs. It hurt—a sudden tautness between my hips that had me grinding my teeth, the muscles at the corners of my jaw tightening andpopping. It was heavy and hot and pulsing, and I could feel every thickened inch.

He was right.

Fuck, he wasright. It was bigger than the toy.

Almost too big.

He pushed against me until his hips fell flush with my thighs, and his hands circled my waist, pinning me to his body.

“That’s it, baby. Just breathe.” His hand fell across my cheek, stroking down to my jaw, where two fingers dipped beneath my chin and pulled my eyes up to his. “You can take it. That’s my girl.”

I shifted my hips, first one, and then the other, adjusting to his girth. I forced myself to breathe, slowly in and out, and I felt my muscles relax. He began to move, with shallow thrusts that were soft yet fiery all at once.

I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, my fingertips wrapping around the fabric of his hood and pulling it down. He tensed, but allowed me, his hips quickening until my breath caught in my throat and my head fell back, rapping against the windows as I gave in to him. My legs entwined around his waist, clinging on to him as my fingers raced up the nape of his neck and dug into the soft, velvety hair at the back of his head.

I was lost in that moment, entranced by the pendulum of his lust.

“F-fuck, please. H-harder.”

His thrusts deepened, more and more intense with every passing second. My body responded to his command, craving every touch and every sensation.

“Eyes on me, come on. I wanna see your eyes.”

I did as I was told, looking up at him. His eyes caught mine, and I suddenly couldn’t catch my breath.

Fuck, how did he do this to me when I didn’t even know who was behind that mask?

I whimpered, my nails raking down his scalp, and he angled deeper, hitting a spot inside me that felt like it would set me ablaze. I was on fire, my skin sizzling and my insides burning, and I loved it. I loved every part of it.

Why had I ever fought this?

“Please, more, faster,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desperation. He obliged, his hips pounding into me with a fervor that left me dizzy with need.

My core tightened, the anticipation culminating in a burst of energy that threatened to shatter me into a thousand pieces. I clung to him, my nails biting into his skin, and he growled against me, his hands sliding down and gripping my thighs so tight that I knew I would bruise later.

Fuck, let it bruise. I wanted to wear his bruises like a badge of honor.

“Cum for me, baby,” he groaned, his voice husky and low. “Let me feel you cum all over this cock, Little Moth. Just like you said. Remember?”

One hand fell away, dipping between my legs and finding my clit, rolling in tight circles and leaving a trail of fire behind. He slammed against me, over and over again, our hips connecting so hard that the lewd slap of flesh striking flesh echoed through the confined space.

I gasped, waves of pleasure washing over me and threatening to pull me under. I arched against him, my nails digging into the back of his neck as I let out a gasping scream. My excitement washed over him, dripping down the curve of my ass and smearing across the windowsill until I was slipping in it, sliding against the wood.

He groaned, his hips pistoning faster, chasing the same release, and I could feel the tightness in his movements growing, building to the same crescendo I’d just reached. His thrusts became shallow and uneven, and the soft intake of breath told me he was close.

Awareness flickered back, and I could feel the cold shock of the glass pressed against my back and the sick dread coiling in my stomach. Realization slammed into me and my palms found the planes of his chest, pushing against him.

“Don’t!” I cried out, my voice hoarse and my lips quivering. “D-don’t cum inside me! I-I’m not—”

He thrust one last time, his cock swelling, and I felt the hot flood of his seed as he exploded within me. I felt his shaft jerk and pulse, over and over again, and he leaned into me, forcing it as deep as he could go, his dark eyes burning into mine.

“Too late,” he purred, fingers digging into my hips. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, Vanessa. I’m gonna make you mine forever.”

He smiled, a cruel twist of his lips that left me feeling hollow.

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