Page 91 of The Reveal
“Please, Ariel,” I whisper. “Please. You told me I would beg, and this is me. Begging.Please.”
He mutters something in a language that sounds old and foreign, or possibly the words to a spell, and then he smiles.
It’s like its own explosion inside me, that smile. It’s a marvel. It’s terrible. It’s like nothing I’ve seen on his face before. It fills me up inside until I am full to bursting—
And then he simply slams me down on his cock.
I shatter completely.
The person I wanted to be, the person I remember being once, is gone that easily. That fast.
I feel the orgasm in my fingertips and my toes. There’s nothing sweet or soft about it, no lovely uncurling or breaking waves.
It’s as close to violence as an orgasm can get.
And I love it.
He keeps moving my hips, kissing me as he shifts me against him. He uses me like some kind of fuck toy on his own cock, and I reward him by screaming.
Whether formercyormoreI can’t tell.
I’m limp in his grasp, his cock so deep and so wide, a near unbearable intensity inside of me. He is holding me up and his grip feels like iron, so what I do is arch back. I let my arms go wide, my head falling back while my breasts graze the hard sculpture of his chest.
His cock is enormous. I’ve had it in my mouth, and halfway down my throat. I’ve ridden it from all sides. I’ve had his thick cock head butt up against my clit over and over, and all of that pales into insignificance next to this.
I can’t believe how deep he goes, how much he fills me. Every thrust is like the first. Every time, it seems as if I’m too small, too tight, too shallow—
But he makes room.
If it were anyone else with a cock like that, there would be no possible way. It would take forever for him to work his way inside.
Luckily, even thinking about Ariel makes me wet.
Near him, I’m hovering on the verge of an orgasm all the time. I woke up halfway there, even though I nearly died last night.
My body wants him. Constantly. This must be why it works like this. There’s no pain, only an intensity of sensation. It feels so good that I want to believe this has to be some kind of magic. Some vampire trick.
If it is, I don’t care. I want him to trick me forever.
His hands move from my hips to grip my ass, then he’s rolling us with a speed that is itself a kind of spellbinding. I hold my breath, and then he’s moving over me in the bed, his cock deep inside my body.
Then he sits back, kneeling up and shifting my legs so that they hang around his neck.
“Acrobatic,” I manage to pant out.
“The trouble is that I dreamed about this for far too long,” he tells me, his voice rough and his gaze bright. “In a thousand different positions.”
He pulls out and then thrusts in hard and I come again—a long, hard ripple of delirious greed and heat.
He does this again and again, and when I’m incapable of more than a few wild sounds, he flips me over. Face down on the bed, I can feel him crawl down the length of me.
Leaving a trail of bite marks as he goes.
My breasts are pressed into the bed, so when he slides his hand beneath my belly to lift up my hips so he can slam into me from behind, the abrasion against my nipples skyrockets me right back up into that quiveringalmost—
He stays behind me like that for a while. He’s so big and sohard. His perfect body is all over mine, one hand between me and the bed. And he plays with my clit until I’m screaming once again.
But he still won’t let himself come.
