Page 228 of Ignite

He runs a hand through his hair.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

When his lips crash into mine, I melt into the kiss.

Just like that first time.

The world fades away.

It’s like he’s trying to show me he’s still here. That even though this isn’t love…it still is.

We keep kissing as he guides us onto the padded mat.

When he pulls away, he spins me around and pushes me down onto all fours.

He kicks my legs apart, and a shiver runs up my thighs.

“Hands.”

I lean down, resting my cheek against the mat, and put my hands behind my back. My shoulders burn.

He grips my wrists in one hand.

Without warning, he thrusts inside me. My face smashes into the floor.

I close my eyes and let him use me.

Pulling out slow so he can slam back in deep. Over and over.

His grunts fill the room.

I scream when he slaps my ass so hard my eyes sting.

This is what I wanted.

And fuck, it’s setting a fire inside me.

“So tight, Hallie.”

“Such a good little slut.”

Smack.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum, Hallie. Is that what you want? To be my dirty whore, dripping with me?”

“Yes!”

“Good,” he growls.

As another climax rips through me, he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, taking everything until he finally joins me on the edge.

My name falls from his lips like a chant as he fills me.

When he pulls out, my body gives up and I collapse onto the mat.

He scoops me up like I weigh nothing, cradling me against his chest.

“You don’t have to be nice to me,” I whisper.

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