Page 303 of Eternal
Fuck, I’m going insane.
Her breath hitched. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted in that damn mix of control and surrender that sent something raw twisting through my soul.
“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” she smiled.
That face…
“Your heartbeat’s racing,partner. Think that’s my fault?”
She let out a breathy laugh as I tightened my grip, pressing her harder, feeling her pulse bang beneath my fingers. “Your dick is fucking my thighs, maybe that’s why it’s racing…” She let out gasping.
My other hand slid down her side, fingers dragging the curve of her hip before gripping her thigh, lifting it closer until she was entirely pressed against me, all soft skin and fire under my fingers. I bit down hard on her collarbone, teeth sinking in just enough to mark her again.
She gasped, fingers clutching at my shoulders, and I whispered against her skin, “You’re gonna seemeevery time you look in the mirror.”
Her body trembled beneath my touch, the way she shook like she wanted more but was too lost to ask.
“Sensitive much,partner?” I taunted, lips moving down to the curve of her shoulder, my hands roaming, claiming. “Such a fucking mess for me… You like being ruined like that?”
Her eyes flashed like fire and ice. “Don’t you have such a dirty mouth here.”
I pushed her harder against the cold fridge, teeth grazing the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Her breath hitched, a shaky laugh escaping her lips as she squirmed beneath me, caught but wild.
“You should kiss it…” I breathed against her mouth.
“Fuuuuuck...” she whispered, eyes closing, hips pushing forward against me.
“You said dessert, Azra. I’m eating till I’m full.”
She cursed softly, arching into me, trembling fingers trying to pull away but pulling me closer at the same time.
Friction.Her cunt grinding on my cock, wet and desperate, coating me in her need.
I wanted to ruin her with it.
Wanted those eyes filled with tears, wanted her to cry out, to shake, to fucking beg for more, for anything, forme.
Not because I made her do it, but because she needed it. Because I made her feel thatgood.
I was drunk on the heat of her, the mess of us. Her slick all over me, her thighs trembling, her breath catching…God, I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t remember anything but my name.
Until her voice broke saying it.
Every grind was me sayingmine. Every moan she gave me was holy.
My fingers slid lower, coated in her, finding her clit and working it fast. She gasped, legs trembling, hips jerking towardme even as her hands scrabbled for control. Like she didn’t know where she ended and I began.
I caught her chin, firm and deliberate, and turned her face toward the glass. The windows reflected everything back. Her wrecked body, her wide, desperate teary eyes, the way she looked clinging to me, flushed and soaked.
“See that?” I murmured, breath hot on her jaw. “That’smine.”
Her lips curled into a crooked smile, breath ragged. I crushed my mouth to hers, tongues tangling. Slick skin, ragged breaths, and heartbeats pounding against the space.
She pressed harder against me, legs still tight around my waist, like she never wanted to let go. Her breath hitched, uneven, wet whispers slipping out between kisses.
Then I felt it, her thighs shaking, soft breath choking out of her, that messy, helpless sound she made when she came like she couldn’t stop it.
Her fingers clawed into my shoulders, nails digging in like she needed something to hold onto, and she whispered, “You can’t stop, can you?”
