Page 53 of Addicted To His Favorite
Emily’s hair fell in a messy curtain around her face as she gasped for air, every thrust pushing a cry out of her throat. He leaned forward, his chest brushing her back, his breath hot against her ear.
“Look at you,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, the sound vibrating through her. “Falling apart on my cock, and I’m not even close to done with you.”
Before she could answer, he pulled out suddenly, gripping her shoulders and flipping her onto her back in one quick, rough movement. She barely had time to catch her breath before he pushed her thighs apart, his body towering over her.
He didn’t give her a second to think. He grabbed her hips and yanked her toward him, hard, until she was flush with him again.
Then he slammed back inside with one brutal thrust.
Emily cried out, her hands flying to his shoulders as he began driving into her again, harder than before, his pace merciless. Her body jolted with every movement, the bed creaking beneath them as he leaned down, his mouth crushing hers in a fierce, claiming kiss that stole whatever breath she had left.
“I want to own,” he snarled against her lips, each word punctuated by another rough thrust. “Every… damn… piece… of you.”
“Ahhh…” Her voice broke on a shudder, trembling through the heated air. Her nails raked down his back, her legs locked tight around his waist as he pounded into her, the sound of their bodies crashing together filling the room.
Sebastian’s pace turned savage, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body.
Emily’s cries broke into fragments. His hips slammed into her with brutal precision, faster, deeper, until she felt like she was coming apart at the seams.
“Sebastian—” she gasped, her voice shaking.
“Not yet,” he growled, shifting her to lay on her back. He dragged his mouth along her jaw to her throat. His teeth grazed her skin as he gripped her thighs and pushed them wider, folding her legs against her chest so he could drive in harder, deeper. Thenew angle made her cry out, the sound raw and broken, and he smirked against her neck like he was proud of it.
Then, without warning, he pulled out and dragged her onto his lap again, his hand locking at the back of her neck as he forced her to straddle him.
“Ride me,” he ordered, his voice a low, dangerous rasp.
Emily’s hands trembled as she gripped his shoulders, lowering herself onto him. His head fell back with a hiss the second she sank down, his fingers digging into her hips as he made her move, faster, harder, until her thighs burned and she was falling apart against him.
“Harder,” he demanded, one hand gripping her hair as the other slammed her down on him with each thrust.
Emily’s eyes darted to the reflections all around them, dozens of mirrored versions of her arched, trembling body, each one amplifying the overwhelming sensation coursing through her. Sebastian’s hands gripped her hips like iron, forcing her down on him with every harsh thrust, his shadow merging with hers in the reflections, doubling the intensity of their heat.
“Look at you,” he growled, voice low and guttural, “riding me like the desperate little slut… every mirror in this maze is watching how you crave my cock”
Her body quivered violently, sweat-slicked and trembling, each movement perfectly timed to his ruthless rhythm. He slammed up into her, making her gasp and cry out, and then leaned down, teeth grazing her shoulder as he whispered filthy, possessive praise in her ear.
“I fucking own you,” he hissed, one hand gripping her hair while the other dug into her waist, forcing her body down.
The maze of mirrors distorted her image, making it seem as though she were being consumed from every angle, a thousand eyes watching as Sebastian fucked her mercilessly. Her fingers clawed at the nearest mirror, leaving faint streaks of condensation as she trembled, thighs trembling against his hips, hips slamming down in frantic rhythm.
“Sebastian—oh, fuck—” she moaned, voice breaking as the overstimulation hit. Her body began to convulse uncontrollably, squirming under his grip.
“Not yet,” he growled, slamming her harder, fingers pressing into her clit as his other hand forced her hips down without mercy. “I’m not letting you go until I make you cum for me, over and over.”
The mirrors caught every flash of her expression—mouth open, eyes rolling, chest heaving—as she shattered into another orgasm, fluids coating them both. Sebastian didn’t slow. He ground up into her, holding her firmly, chasing her high again, fingers curling inside her as she cried, hips bucking uncontrollably.
Sebastian leaned over her, teeth grazing her jaw, hands still pinning her hips, and whispered, “You’re mine, Emily.”
Her body shook violently, fluids dripping between them, as he drove her into a final, punishing climax, reflections surrounding them showing her submission from every angle, making the overwhelming pleasure feel infinite.
When at last he slowed, she collapsed against him, breathless, drenched, and utterly spent. The maze of mirrors around them reflected every shiver, every flush of her skin, capturing the aftermath of her pleasure in endless, shimmering fragments.
***
Emily pulled her skirt down a little more as she walked into her office at Nox Enterprises. The fabric clung lightly to her hips, brushing over the tender spots on her thighs, and she flinched at the memory of the marks Sebastian had left.
Though the skirt wasn’t too short for the office, the red, angry impressions and fading purple bruises hinted at the night’s—well, morning’s—intensity.
