Page 141 of Hexed
Venesa shivers.
I grab her hand and move it to my cock, forcing her to sit up slightly, her soft palm a contrast to my rough one as we both grip my length and put it back at her entrance. “I want you to feel me going into you.”
She doesn’t reply, just bites that lower lip again, but her hold tightens, her fingers overlapping mine so we circle my base completely.
And then I’m there, and I’m pushing in, and I swear to God I nearly black out from the pleasure of finally—finally—being inside her.
She exhales on a gasp, and I try to focus, to slot every second of what she feels like into my memory as I inch my way deep into her, burying myself to the hilt.
When I’m all the way in, my groin against hers, I pause, my eyes scouring her like a starving man, which I guess I am.
I’m desperate for her.
To memorize the way she looks right now—right this second—when we’re so connected, it feels like the world could burn down around us and nothing but this moment would matter.
“Fuck,” I breathe out.
“Enzo,move.”
My hand moves up and slips behind her head, cradling it because I’m about to fuck her rough and I don’t want her to get hurt but also so I can tangle her hair in my fist and pull.
Which I do.
Hard.
“Tell me what to do again,” I threaten, the same way I always do when she gets bossy.
She lets out a loud groan when I pull her hair harder, and then I’m moving, sliding my length in and out of her at a fast pace, my cock hitting her so deep with every thrust that her breasts jiggle and her body moves up the desk.
She feels fucking incredible, so I tell her that.
Her eyes roll back in her head, sweat beading at her temples and making strands of her hair stick to the side of her face.
“Fu—I…”
Leaning over her, I press my mouth to hers, wanting to suffocate myself with everything that isVenesauntil I drown.
“Enzo,” she cries out.
My name on her lips sends possessiveness swirling through me like a tornado, and my hips jerk out of rhythm; I’m perilously close to coming.
My free hand moves to slip underneath her, and I pull her until I’m standing straight and she’s sitting up; the front of her body is plastered against mine and her ass rests on the edge of the desk. My cock never stops dipping into her, and this new angle creates a friction that’s massaging my length and pumping me closer to release with each second.
I pull her hair again with my fist, and it brings her head back, elongating her pretty pale neck.
Leaning down, I press sloppy kisses to her throat. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I can feel her swallow, and I bite her skin until it leaves a mark, my hips slamming roughly into hers.
There’s a brief moment where I think maybe she won’t say it, and it sends a sharp stab of fear through my chest, but before I can focus on the feeling, she’s crying out.
“Yours,” she exclaims. “I’m yours.”
Heat spreads down my spine, her words causing a euphoria that not even a drug could touch.
“I’m yours too,” I say, giving her one more nip on the neck.
She groans, her eyes rolling back and legs shaking around my hips.
