Page 56 of Inferno

This is different. This is what being alive feels like.

He guides the tip of his cock to my entrance and my lips part. With my hands braced on his shoulders, I dig my nails into him and start to sink down.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

His fingers grip my ass, helping me lower slowly.

“Keep going, there’s more, baby.” He winks, and I grin through the stretch.

“I’m so full,” I pant.

It burns, but the way he kisses my throat, pushes my hair up, and pulls at the roots like he’s worshipping me…It makes me take every inch.

“So fucking tight, baby. I’m going to explode inside you,” he whispers, breath hot in my ear.

I tremble. He rolls my hips against him, and every time my clit brushes him, I moan.

“Let yourself feel, heartbreaker. Feel how good it is. How my cock fills you perfectly. Hmm?”

I nod, eyes fluttering shut as he dips down to suck my nipple between his lips.

His moans feed mine. The confidence he gives me has me riding him, taking what I want for once. Like I have some power here.

I want everything. More.

I want him to lose control. To throw me around and wreck me.

“Tell me, baby. You want more?”

I pull back and he lifts his head and chuckles.

“I can tell your brain went off there,” he says, cupping my cheek. His hips jerk up—sharper this time.

“Shit,” I hiss.

He nods knowingly.

“Yep. You need it harder. Don’t you?” He swipes his thumb across my cheek.

His other hand squeezes my thigh, holding me down on his cock. I clench around him and his eyes slam shut for a beat as he groans.

“I need to fuck you properly. Let me give you what you need? Let me loose, and I’ll take you right to the fucking edge and let you fall over it.”

My blood pounds in my ears. Orgasm building again, faster this time. He keeps thrusting.

He leans in, his stubble grazing my jaw.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be flying right off that cliff with you. I don’t want to just ruin you. I want you to destroy me too. Neither of us are leaving this room as the same people we stepped in as.”

His eyes burn into me, so real, it makes me ache over the fact I am lying to him. I am not the woman he thinks I am.

“I want it all. Everything you have.”

His hand grabs my throat. Hard.

I drag my nails along the lines of his shoulders, my breath hitching.

“You think you can handle pain and pleasure? I think that’s what you really want, sweetheart. A little bit of both. Balance. The ultimate combination to have you seeing stars.”

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