Page 85 of Soulless Deeds

My fingertips raised, tracing the lines up his chest. “Feel me.”

Echo was magnificent, my eyes poring over his frame with wild appreciation. His dick was rigid, glistening beautifully in the reflection, and I had to take a closer look.

Peeling myself away from his back, I slowly circled him. “Watch me,” I said, stepping up to his front, my hands pressing against his chest once more. “Feel me.”

It was a mantra, those two statements repeating over and over as I caressed his frame. My whispered chant sealed into his skin every time my lips made contact with his body, every time my fingertips pressed into his flesh.

Echo gradually unfurled beneath my ministrations. He continued to tremble, hyperventilate and tense, however, when I looked into his eyes, that terror was replaced by molten hot lust. Echo stared down at me like he was going todevourme, andheat flowed to my centre from the triumph of knowing I put it there.

Despite the tension sizzling between us, Echo didn’t touch me in return, fists clenched at his sides as if to keep some semblance of control over the unbridled transition.

That won’t do.

Up until that point, I had avoided his cock, knowing it would be our undoing. It wasn’t just Echo being affected by my actions. My nipples were peaked to the point of painful, my pussy aching with the need to be filled. Raw desire rippled through my nervous system with the force of a live electrical wire.

With a deep breath, I breached that last connection and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. Echo groaned, his body tremors increasing in such severity that my frame vibrated from the aftershocks.

“And what happened to those who betrayed you? Did you find them?” I asked, wanting to finish it, ready to shove him over the edge and raze through his insecurities.

Echo shook his head, shallowly thrusting into my hand. “Gordon fucked over one too many people, death unfortunately claiming him quicker than I could. Camilla, though, I’ve hunted for years and never caught a hint of her anywhere.”

Injustice and frustration bubbled through me so fast that my grip inadvertently tightened. I practically snarled as I looked up into Echo’s face and dropped to my knees.

“I can’t be gentle,” I said, my tone aggressive and on the verge of snapping. My last warning.

Although a flash of vulnerability rippled over his features, his arrogant smirk won out. Then, with a glint in his lust-filled eyes, Echo swept a loose strand away from my face. “Rough me up, Ghost. Fuckingannihilateme. I’ll gladly crumble beneath your hands.”

High off his submission, I nipped the tip of his rigid length, then swallowed him to the back of my throat. His eyes widened in disbelief at the aggressive intake.

He felt perfect in my mouth, his smooth skin warming my tongue, his pre-cum coating the lining of my throat. I moaned from the intrusion, his girth stretching me to the brink, my pulse thumping in time to the beats of my movements.

“Fuck, Ghost.”Echo groaned. “That fucking mouth will have me undone.”

My hands ran up the back of his thighs to secure over his ass, using the position to pull him further inside me.

It was sloppy, a goddamn mess. I gagged on his solid tip, saliva dripped down my chin, tears ran from my eyes.

It was fucking magical.

Echo removed the pen from my hair, the long strands cascading down my back, caressing my sensitive skin. I moaned as he swept the loose tendrils from my face.

“How could Ieverthink I could live without you?” he asked, his voice strained with reverence. “This mouth.This perfect, wet, pink fucking mouth, stretching to take me. Gagging to take me.Choke on my cock, Ghost.”

“Choke.”Thrust. “On.”Thrust.“My.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Cock.”

His words, infused with his Variant, hit me like a bat. The effect had me stunned. Each syllable, each fucking letter skittered over my flesh with pleasure. The tantalising impression accompanied by my man driving into my face like a barbarian drove me absolutely wild.

My inner walls repeatedly clenched as slick dripped down my thighs, which rubbed together, craving more friction.

One hand settled on his hip, encouraging his brutal motions as the other skimmed between his ass cheeks, one finger teasing his hole.

Echo praised and cursed me in the same breath, his body gyrating out of control as his grip on my roots tightened to the point of pain.

Fuck yes. Give me pain, give me pleasure.

As Echo’s body drew taut, I slipped my finger into his hole and popped off his cock. “Come on my face.”

Unable to resist, Echo growled, then exploded over me. I almost orgasmed on the spot.

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