Page 106 of Savior

She’s on the cusp of breaking into shambles.

“There you are, pretty girl,” I pant, unable to stop my body from giving her one more dangerous stroke with my cock.

Her breathing is hot and heavy, her lids heady, and if it were light enough in here, I know her pupils would be blown.

“Please,” she begs. “Please.”

“We said we’d just be friends, Sloane. Remember—” My jaw is clenched tight as she disregards me completely and flips me onto my back.

Her hips roll, and her perfect cunt shifts back and forth on my length.

Just as I’d done to her.

I could push her off me, but I want to watch her come.

I want to see her break for me.

Not that I haven’t witnessed it before. It’s only that each time feels like a blessing. Like it’s something only for me. Something powerful and intoxicating.

As I’ve always learned and taught that sin is.

She’s a vice, one I don’t know if I’ll be able to quit.

Her movements become an incursion. The friction makes me lift my head off the bed to watch where she sensuously rides back and forth over me.

My balls draw tightly up, the tip of me tingling in warning.

“Sloane,” I warn, but she’s not here with me.

She’s on another plane of existence—one where she’s the master, defying death and living immorally outside heaven’s rule. Where God can’t see her, and the Devil watches her with a husky look on his face.

“Coming, fuck, coming, Luca!” her urgent words signal my release, and we both dry hump through our respective releases hungrily, like the animals we are at our cores.

She opens her eyes, and the smog of arousal clears them, reality exsanguinating the prurient look that had been in them before her beautiful orgasm.

“God, I’m sorry,” she says, rolling off me and laying on her back next to me. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Her warbling voice has emotion choked in my throat. I look down briefly at the cum leaked through my pants. It nearly hardens me all over again to think of what just happened.

We can’t stay away from one another. A disturbing connection between her and me is so exquisitely satisfying thatit’ll have me chasing the high that comes from it for the rest of my days.

I don’t know how I’ll ever go back to reality.

Not one where she’s not in it.

“Hey, it’s alright. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have been in the bed.” I roll into her, trying not to get my cum-soaked pants near her skin or the bed.

She turns to face me, her beautiful cheeks filled with a deep, delirious blush. “Why are you in the bed?”

“You were having a nightmare in your sleep. I wanted to console you. I must’ve fallen asleep. God, Sloane, I’m so sorry.”

“It seems like you and I can’t be friends, Luca.”

Her words pierce my heart, gashing through the muscles like the sharpest weapon.

“Let’s get you into that shower, hm?” I ask, ignoring her assumption.

Even though I was the one who said this could never happen in my post-orgasm murk, I want to believe that there’s a way to make this work.

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