Page 70 of The Confidant

His other hand slaps down near my elbow as he starts powering into me. My legs are caught in denim and lace. I can’t move in this position. All I can do is take what he’s giving me.

With my thighs so tightly squeezed together, he feels massive. Every withdrawal is an agony of pleasure. The rough re-entry rocks my belly into the counter.

His thrusts are still teasing me. He won’t pull out all the way, forcing me to stay pinned with half his length rocking inside me.

“Yes. All mine,” he groans. “No one can take you from me. You’re my home. My soul. Fuck, I love you.”

His voice breaks as he confesses to me. I can’t catch my breath to answer back. All that comes out are broken sighs and a whine as I struggle to rock back into his thrusts.

His chest meets my back, stilling any movement I could make. When his lips meet my ear, I whimper.

“You hear me, Addie? I love you. I’ll break without you. I will never see something like tonight and not want to kill whoever is hurting you. Argue all you want. This time I’m not having any fucking manners about it.”

He sits up, grabs my hips, and begins to hammer into me. I cry out at the sharp pleasure, so slick inside, he never meets any resistance. He’s bumping the end of my cervix without mercy. It creates a dull throb, not quite pain, that seems too much at first. Then not enough.

“Poe, love you,” I manage to gasp out.

He grunts, stilling for the briefest second before his hips slap against my ass with relentless fury. His perfect words are reduced to pants and broken moans as he works me up.

The intensity of the orgasm building inside makes me rise to my toes as if I’m trying to get away from it.

The sharp slap he gives the side of my ass as he barks out his favorite word stuns me. There’s some pain that turns into a moving warmth that surprises me. My clit throbs for his attention, begging for more.

“Don’t you dare try to get away from me.”

“Poe, harder, please,” I gasp out, pressing my cheek against the cold counter.

“I know you liked it. You’re dripping down my balls, siren,” he lets out a dark laugh that sounds a little scary. I’m too dazed to take it in.

“Harder,” I moan. I’m so close. If he could just keep going. Faster. A different angle. I know this one will top out any orgasm he’s ever given me.

“Like this?”

That sly, smug tone is the only warning I get.

He starts hammering into me so hard I can feel the counter edge bruising my stomach. By the third thrust, my mouth opens on a silent scream, my body jittering as an orgasm takes me under. My inner walls tremble with pleasure.

“Yes,” Poe groans and keeps going. Even as his cock stiffens and kicks, showing me he’s cum, he doesn’t stop.

That cutting orgasm rises into a wave that makes my abs tighten painfully. My nails dig in to hold me still, my forehead pressing into the sweat-slicked counter below. A sharp sound escapes me before my hips buck wildly, trying to get more.

That feeling peaks and spreads through me, leaving my body floating in pure bliss. I feel boneless as my body goes slack.

“Addie?” Poe asks sharply, quickly pulling out to lift me into his arms.

“Siren, talk to me,” he insists.

“Love you,” I mutter blearily, settling my head on his chest. He never took his shirt off. Did he even take his pants off?

“Fuck,” he whispers, places a gentle kiss on my forehead, and starts walking.

I’d open my eyes to see where, but I don’t care. As long as he’s with me, it’ll be fine.

I must fall asleep because the next thing I know, we’re in a giant bed that feels like a cloud with blankets covering us. My sweat is gone, my body aching but relaxed. My face is pressed to Poe’s chest. His heart is a steady rhythm against my cheek.

“Poe?” I ask softly, just in case he’s asleep.

“Addie,” he lets out a shuddering breath. I feel his heart rate increase. “You scared me.”

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