Page 137 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

“Oh damn you,Vic.” I winced, my lower stomach seizing around the strain.

“That’s it.” His thumbs rubbed slow circles into the base of my spine, soothing my tense muscles.

“Did you come here to give me a massage or will you fuck me already?” I hissed.

Victor chuckled, only to deliver a thrust hard enough to slam my face against the door. My inner walls tightened, heat and pain bleeding into each other. I just had time to flatten my palms against the door again before the next harsh blow came. This one wrangled a deep moan from my chest.

“Look at you,” he pulled back, and stilled, “you’re dripping wet for me already.”

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered.

“So desperate.” Victor thrust forward again, and didn’t stop this time. My entire body rocked, cheek pressed against the door as he drove faster and deeper. The force of his body crashing into mine almost took out my knees, but he just tightened his grip around my waist. Fingertip-sized bruises probably bloomed under my skin as he held me steady.

“Yes, oh god,” I whimpered. The pressure welled up inside me, hot and thick and unbearable, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Open your eyes,” Victor growled. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head around, forcing me to face the mirror. My scalp tingled and a hot wave prickled down my entire body. “Look at what a needy little slut you are for me.”

I blinked at the girl with pink hair, with the flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. I watched her whole body jerk as a mountain of a man, covered in tattoos, rammed into her. She wasn’t delicate or put together, or even naked. She was half-dressed and sparkling and getting exactly what she craved.

“Fuck. Yes,” I gasped and watched myself fall apart. I watched how my legs jittered as the heat mounted in my core. How my spine curved when the pressure pushed against my insides. And how my muscles lost all hold, when the dam finally broke, and a wave of searing pleasure, so hot it almost hurt, swept over my nerves.

I felthimfrom the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.

I feltmefrom the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.

Victor kept me upright through my orgasm, until I was nothing but a trembling mess of aftershocks. My release dripped down my thighs. I blinked against the blinding haze and grasped at his arms, tightly wound around me to keep me on my feet.

“You’re perfect, zhizn’ moya,” he rasped against the curve of my ear. I shivered, because that girl in the mirror hadn’t looked anything like what I would have considered perfect just a few months ago. But she was. And we were.

“I love you,” I croaked an craned my neck to kiss him. Victor’s lips came close, but hovered over mine as he groaned, deep green eyes boring into me. His hips snapped forward for one last breathless thrust, before he spilled himself in me.

We stood slumped against the door for a moment, breathing hard and fast.

“Let me have a look at you,” Victor rasped. He kissed my bare shoulder, then gently lifted my silky top off.

“Victor.” My breath hitched. His touch grazed over my waist, where he’d just gripped me like steel, but now his fingertips were featherlight. The part that sent a shiver down my spine, however, was the fact that he hadn’t pulled out. With even the smallest move, my oversensitive muscles seized around him again.

“I need you to stop squeezing my dick unless you want to go for round two.”

“I would stop squeezing if you pulled out.”

“If I pulled out, I wouldn’t be inside you anymore.”

“Yes, that’s the logical order of things,” I laughed - and immediately choked on the sound, when my entire body constricted and I was reminded of the thick length lodged inside me.

“Fine, don’t move,” he huffed and slowly pulled back. I sucked in a breath but otherwise managed to stay very still as he freed himself. A moment later, his breath fanned out over my ass while he knelt behind me and gently wiped a towel up the insides of my thighs. “I love your legs,” he whispered and kissed the spot he’d just cleaned.

“I love your hands,” I replied and let my forehead sink against the door again, let my eyes flutter close as he cleaned both our releases off my legs.

“Yeah? If there wasn’t so much glitter on them, I would-”

“No,” I cut him off, “I mean, I love that too, but I guess, it’s because you go from gentle to rough so easily. It’s not just words, and it’s not just the way you fuck me. I love your hands because when we have sex, you touch me purely for pleasure. There’s no reverence or caution or love in those touches, and it feels amazing.”

“Cordelia,” Victor sighed and stood. He gently turned me around, towel abandoned on the floor, hands curved around my cheeks. “Every single time I touch you, I touch you with love. Don’t ever forget that.”

“I just meant-” My voice hitched when both his hands grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, exposing my throat.

“This is love.” Victor rasped, lips running along the underside of my jaw, “because I know you hate when people treat you like you’re made of glass. It’s love because you trust me more than I trust myself - when I’ve only ever used my body for destruction.”

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