Page 38 of Siren

Her moan ripped through the room.

“Taraj—fuck—yes?—”

I braced over her and moved—deep, full strokes that made the bed rock beneath us. Her nails clawed my back. Her mouth met mine, hot and wild, licking into me between cries.

I fucked her like she was already mine. Harder. Deeper. Her pussy clenched around me over and over, dripping, soaking us both.

She shook beneath me. Legs quivering. Mouth open, breath stuttering.

Then she came on my dick. Screaming.

I didn’t stop.

I fucked her through it—through the trembling, the way her pussy pulsed, the way she whimpered,“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop?—”

And I didn’t. I gave her everything. Every inch. Every stroke.

Until I felt it building. That tight coil. The edge.

Her lips brushed my ear.

“Cum inside me.”

That was it.

My hips jerked. My rhythm faltered.

I buried myself deep, spilled inside her with a growl that tore straight from my gut.

Hot. Full. Shaking. Her name on my lips. Again. And again.

Sienna.

Sienna.

Sienna.

We collapsed into each other, bodies soaked in sweat and slick, breaths tangled. Her pussy still pulsing around me. My heart crashing into hers like we’d just come back from war.

And in the silence that followed, I didn’t feel hollow.

I felthome.

“He touchedme like a melody he was aching to master—fingers deep in the music of my body, coaxing every gasp, every moan, until the song of me spilled out, raw and unfiltered.”

SIENNA

THIRTEEN

Iwas still in his bed.

Still bare. Still damp.

Still full.

Still coming down from something that felt like being split open and sanctified in the same breath.

Morning light crept through the blackout curtains—soft, golden, and shameless. Like it had watched the whole thing and came crawling in to gossip about it.

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