Page 56 of Thirst Trap

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Then she was on me. Shoving me down onto the throw rug, straddling my hips, red hair falling like fire.

“Don’t move,” she growled.

Fuck.

Her dress hit the floor. She ground down against me. Bare, hot, slick. My cock jerked.

“Maddy, wait…we need a condom. I’m shit at pulling out.”

Her grin was wicked. “Then don’t.”

My heart slammed. “Maddison…”

“Lucas,” she whispered, sinking onto me raw, “I’m not some fantasy anymore. I want you. All of you.”

Heat. Tight. Bare.

I groaned so loud the gods heard it.

She rode me slow at first, then harder, desperate, nails clawing my chest. There was nothing sweet. It was wild. Messy. Ours.

“I want to keep you like this,” she panted, forehead pressed to mine. “Inside me. Forever.”

I thrust up hard, making her cry out. “Then take it. Take everything.”

Her rhythm faltered. She was close. So was I.

I flipped her beneath me, slamming deep, losing all control.

“Gonna come inside you,” I panted. “Fuck, Maddy, I can’t…”

“Do it.” Her nails dug deep. “Fill me. Mark me. Make me yours.”

That was it.

I broke. Buried myself to the hilt, coming hard, moaning her name into her throat. She shattered with me, screaming, clutching me like forever.

We collapsed, sweat-slick, tangled.

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She curled on top of me, trembling. My hands stroked her back, my lips brushing her temple. The panic flickered. Too raw. Too real. Too much.

“Are you okay Maddy?” I whispered.

She lifted her head. No fear. No doubt. Just that grin.

“I’ve never been better, baby.”

Relief hit like a wave.

“And you?” she teased.

I hesitated. “I didn’t mean to, I should’ve pulled out”

“You didn’t.” Her smile turned smug. “And it was hot.”

I stared. “You’re actually insane.”

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