Page 85 of Sweet Addiction
He’s so fucking deep, I don’t know where I stop and he starts.
It’s painful perfection.
His hands grip my hips in a bruising hold, and I know I’ll feel his touch for days. See it in the marks left on my body, and it only makes me want him more. “Never gonna get enough of you, Dillan. Enough of this. All fucking mine.”
His words are like honey coating my skin, thick and delicious, as I cling to his shoulders, and my orgasm builds inside me again.
The chair creeks beneath us, but we ignore it as we chase the promise of ecstasy that’s just out of reach.
My body winds tighter with each lift of his hips as his mouth lowers to my breast and captures my nipple and his teeth tug on the hard peak.
I rock my hips against his, desperate for more.
For everything.
I’m on the edge.
“So close... I need...” I have no words. No thoughts as I chase the high I’m desperate for. So close.
“I know. I’ve got you.”
And he does.
His mouth takes mine, fucking me in the same brutal rhythm with his tongue. And I’m drunk on his touch. His taste. Him.
His rough hand cups my breast, hard and biting and absolutely perfect as Rome teases my nipple, causing stars to burst behind my eyes. My orgasm barrels down over me,illuminating a million multicolored sparks arcing and soaring and burning themselves into my soul.
“Fuck, Dillan,” Rome roars. His strong hips snap against mine, thrust after beautiful thrust again and again and again until another orgasm tears through me, and I collapse against him as he empties himself inside me while I lay limp in his arms.
The chair shatters beneath us, and we fall to the floor, Rome taking the brunt of the hit as he cradles me to his chest.
“Oh shit,” I gasp and look around us at the splintered, wooden mess we lie in the center of.
Oh no . . . his back.
“Are you okay?” he asks, hands quickly covering every inch of my body. But nothing touched me. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” I laugh, checking him for blood, and thankfully finding none. “But I think I owe you a chair.”
The smile this man gives me is everything I never knew I wanted and might just be willing to give my very last breath to see again.
“Guess we need sturdier chairs,” he grins as he stands with me still in his arms. I’m awed by the sheer strength of this body he’s honed to perfection.
I wrap my arms around his shoulder and bend my knees at his waist.
“Guess we better take this to the bed for now.” I smile and press my lips to his, licking and sucking and trying my damnedest to distract him as he carries me up the stairs.
DILLAN
Find a man who sees the crazy in your eyes and matches it.
You’ll never be bored.
—Dillan’s Secret Thoughts
Hours later, Rome sleeps next to me, while my muse screams so loudly, my ears threaten to bleed until I pad downstairs to grab my laptop. I woke up, suddenly knowing why the third act of this book hasn’t been working and exactly how to fix it. I contemplate crawling into the comfy chair in Rome’s office, but why would I do that when his bed is just as comfy, the view is better, and the man sleeps like the dead?
Decision made, I walk right back upstairs, smiling as conversations between Radix and Draven fly through my mind faster than I can move.
