Page 61 of First Verse

The look in her eyes darkens until all I see is the pieces of me inside her reflecting the pieces of her inside me. Two jagged halves locking together seamlessly.

She licks her lips. “I want to be your perfect little slut.”

Shock and a dagger-like stab of arousal vacuums the air from my lungs. My arms weaken, depositing her on my chest, while every other muscle group in my body stiffens with the same resistance I felt the first time we slept together. When she asked me to fuck her like I hated her. Like she didn’t mean anything to me.

Denial tangles in my throat with an equal truth: I want what she’s offering with every depraved inch of me.

Her fingers dip into my hair and tug gently until I look up. I’m flayed open by her gaze, which I’m terrified sees too much.Everything. All my sick desires, my compulsion to break her apart so I can steal more pieces of her soul for myself. Tarnish her perfection with my shadows. Imprint myself into her every cell so she can never be rid of me.

She’s offering me exactly what I crave, and it feels both unbelievably right and unbearably wrong.

“Eva, I—” Her palm presses gently against my lips, quieting my weak protest.

“Before you say no, listen.” She moves her fingertips to my jaw, painting a line of heat up to my ear. Her gaze flickers away from mine, her cheeks turning deep rose. “You were right when you said no one has been able to read my music. I’ve never been able to climax with anyone but you.” Her eyes return to me, flashing with determination. “I feel safe exploring this with you. I know you respect me, Wilder. I’m asking you to safely, consensuallydisrespectme. I want this. I’ve wanted it for years, since that day in your bedroom. And I knowyou want it, too.”

Blood surges to my cock, making it pulse in time with my heart. Her words have the opposite effect on my thoughts, which shift from whitewater rapids to a placid lake. My skin stops feeling like it’s stretched too tight. The burning in my spine dissipates.

She feels safe. She wants this.Me.

“You mean that?” I ask unnecessarily. If there’s one thing I trust in this world, it’s that Evangeline says exactly what she means.

Confirming it, she rolls her eyes. “Obviously.”

I swallow once, twice, my fingers tensing on her waist. “Then yes, of course I’ll explore this with you. But if I say or do something you don’t like, you’ll tell me immediately. Promise me.”

Triumph shines in her eyes as she nods. “I promise.”

The last of my doubts float away.

“In that case…” Lifting her back to her knees so she hovers above my face, I yank her underwear to the side. She’s wet as fuck, as aroused as I am, and the knowledge turns my next words guttural. “Grab the headboard and sit on my face.”

She doesn’t hesitate and neither do I. The second her weight comes down, I’m lost in her flavor and scent. The music of her moans, gasps, and cries. When she stiffens, her hips jerking, pussy fluttering on my tongue, I throw her to the mattress and follow her down.

Her chest heaves against mine, her eyes wide. “I wasn’t done.” She sounds so irked, I fall in love with her again. Deeper. Even harder.

I wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing lightly. Angling her face up, I drag my teeth over her chin, then kiss her hard and deep, forcing her to taste her release. She writhes beneath me, legs tightening around my waist.

“More,” she whines.

I find her ear and bite the lobe, whispering, “You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” And when she moans breathlessly and grabs my cock with both hands, I briefly wonder if I died on my drive here and accidentally wound up in heaven.

My vision blurs as she feeds the first inch of me into her hot, tight body. Every instinct demands I thrust all the way in, but the erotic euphoria of her wiggling as she tries to impale herself is too fucking perfect to miss.

“That’s right, baby, stuff yourself full. Take every inch you can. God, I love stretching this pussy. I love how soaked you are. How you drip all over my cock.”

My rough words make her even wetter. More desperate. When I’m seventy percent inside her and she can’t get me any deeper because of the hovering position of my hips, she growls in frustration. It’s the cutest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Wilder, I swear?—”

I give her throat a gentle squeeze. “Shut your mouth unless my tongue is in it.”

I don’t give her time to think about what I said, punching my hips forward with every ounce of my pent-up hunger. She cries my name, her spine bowing and her eyes closing. I fuck her hard and fast, the slap of our bodies as rhythmic as a metronome.

“Look at me,” I snarl. Her lashes flutter, parting on hazy, victorious eyes. “This is what you wanted, huh? Me off the leash? Fucking your cunt like it’s mine?”

She nods.

“Good. Youaremine.Do you understand? My dirty, needy girl. My little toy. No one else’s. This pussy only comes onmycock,mymouth,myfingers.”

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