Page 60 of Desperate People

Everything is him.

And then, Balor’s right above me.

The warmth of his skin, the weight of him, the scent of musk and sweat and want.

“Shit, Angel,” he groans, positioning his broad head with a rough swipe of his hand. “You’re so fucking tight.”

And then he’s inside.

One deep, hard thrust.

I gasp, body stretching, clenching, welcoming him home like he was always meant to be there.

He’s thick. Long. So fucking hard.

And the way he fills me?

It’s not just physical.

It’s something deeper.

Something that says I see you.

I choose you.

You’re mine.

And I just hope, that is, I pray that when this ends, he doesn’t take all that light with him and leave me in the dark.

Because this?

This feels dangerously close to everything I’ve ever wanted.

This feels like fate.

Chapter Eleven-Balor

She clutches at me, still trembling from the high I pulled out of her with my mouth, and when I slide inside her, it’s like the entire world stops.

Fuck.

She’s so tight. So warm.

So goddamn perfect.

Her juicy thighs flex around my waist, hips lifting to meet mine as I sink deeper. Inch by slow inch.

I grit my teeth to keep from coming right then and there.

Lucy Volkov is more than I ever imagined.

Every fantasy. Every late-night thought I tried to banish.

But now, she’s not a fantasy.

She’s real.

And mine.

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