Page 298 of Cruelly Bitten
One of her palms fell away from my shoulder to brace herself against the coffin, her lower half rising to meet my movements.
It was so fucking hot.
Soexquisite.
And yet not enough.
But it would never be enough.
This woman was mine. My heart. My past, present, and future.
I loved her despite my inability to love or care for anyone else.
She was my humanity.
My link to the world.
My reason for being.
I let her feel the power of my love. The intensity of my claim. My very real need to possess every inch of her over and over again for the rest of our lives.
She clenched around me, her pleasure bordering on euphoria.
I held her there, right on the precipice, my pace slowing.
Then I slammed up into her and forced her off that cliff.
She screamed, the sound music to my ears as she squeezed my shaft with her slick walls.
So good,I told her.So fucking good.
She moaned in response, her words unintelligible as I continued fucking her.
Her nails bit into my shirt again, only to drop to the buttons and rip through the fabric altogether.
I arched a brow, surprised by her violence.
And she responded by yanking the shirt down my arms. I released her only to let the fabric fall, then reaffirmed my grip and took her even harder.
She used her heels to tug down my pants.
I kicked them off with my shoes, amused by her nonverbal command.
Then I recaptured her mouth and issued a few silent demands with my tongue.
Demands I echoed with my hips against hers.
Thrusting.
Fucking.
Owning.
She braced herself again, her body keeping pace with mine despite her blissed-out mind. It was automatic.Primal. A need our souls understood almost as well as our very beings.
I bit her tongue.
She bit mine.
