Page 61 of Desperate People

Her hands roam across my back, nails dragging along my skin, a breathy moan falling from her lips when I bottom out inside her.

“Balor,” she whispers, voice shaking. “Oh God.”

“I’ve got you,” I rasp, forehead pressed to hers, trying to keep my control. “You feel like fucking heaven, Angel.”

Her body welcomes me.

Like it knows me.

Like it was made to fit against mine.

Soft curves, plush and sweet, wrap around me with heat that damn near undoes me.

Every roll of her hips drives me deeper, every moan she lets out pushes me closer to the edge.

I start to move. Slow and deep at first. Letting her feel all of me. Letting me feel all of her.

She clings tighter.

Her legs hook around my waist, and I swear, it feels like she’s pulling me deeper than anyone ever has.

And not just physically.

Something about her.

Something inside her.

It all feels like home.

Like maybe I spent my whole life wandering in the dark, looking up at the stars and wishing.

And now—now I’m inside one. My own wish upon a star dream come to life.

“Balor,” she breathes again, and fuck, the way she says my name like it means something—like I mean something—shatters the last of my walls.

I thrust harder, faster, and she arches for me, her breasts pressing to my chest, her skin slick with heat.

My mouth finds her throat, her collarbone, the soft curve of her breast. I kiss her like I need her to live.

Because maybe I do.

Her moans are getting louder now. Higher.

I slide a hand between us, thumb circling her clit, and she jerks beneath me.

“You gonna come for me again?” I growl. “You gonna let me feel you break around me, Angel?”

“Yes—yes—please!”

Her head falls back, and I watch her fall apart a second time—tightening, trembling, her walls squeezing me like a fucking vise.

I can’t hold back anymore.

I grip her hip, thrust once, twice more—then I come, hard, buried so deep inside her there’s no telling where she ends and I begin.

I groan her name into her skin, my entire body tensed as I spill into her, like maybe I can pour everything I’ve ever felt for her into this one moment.

Because this isn’t just sex.

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