Page 51 of Sweet Violence
"Fuck, X," I shouted, flattening my hands against his back and arching up into him. This time I was the one kissing him desperately, and when he drew out of me equally slow, I panted against his lips.
"You're everything I dreamed you'd be," he rasped, never leaving my mouth for longer than a second. "I knew you'd feel so perfect."
He rolled his body into mine, stroking me everywhere and making my skin erupt in goosebumps. There was strength in every movement, belying his slim, graceful body, and he used that strength to make me fall apart.
Hot hands moved from the mat under us to my hips, clutching possessively but nowhere near the roughness I was used to, and my heart skipped. Every drag of his cock inside me pushed me closer, until my climax was within reach, my pussy fluttering around his length. I arched up to meet every thrust.
"Av," he rasped, every breath clipped and short. "Oh fuck, you're going to ruin me."
I choked out a laugh. "Likewise, X."
His hips undulated, his dancer’s grace allowing him to wreck me even more effectively. I might have felt embarrassed by how soon I was going to come, but X was flushed and glassy-eyed above me, and his grip on my waist grew fiercer with every slow glide he made inside me.
"Feels so good," I breathed, and felt his shudder all the way down my body and inside me. His cock bumped my g-spot and my pussy lit up like a damn Christmas tree. "Oh, shit!"
"Yes," he chanted. "Yes, yes. I can feel it, I need it, little morsel."
He ducked his head and sucked on my neck, his body trembling. A storm of lust hit me so hard that my eyes rolled back, and I clutched him closer with a desperate whine.
"Sorry," he choked out. "Can't—control—need—"
He pounded faster, but still with the devastating angle and the sinuous motion that made my hips buck up into him. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, my breath catching. I'd never been fucked like this before. But fucked was the wrong word; like Taj last night, X made love to me. And he did it so damn well.
Another wave of desire hit me, travelling over my body like a flash of heat, and I jumped when fingers massaged my clit in firm circles … even though X never let go of my hips.
"Jesusfuck," I cried when I realised it was his magical, invisible hands stroking my clit. "X—"
"I know," he panted. "I can taste it. Let go, Av, give me all your pleasure."
A shudder rolled from the back of my neck all the way down to my curled toes, and my spine arched off the mat as pleasure pounded through me. I tried to choke out his name but couldn't even manage that, my breathing throttled by every rush of pleasure.
X's power heightened my release until I could barely breathe, the invisible fingers stroking me through my orgasm even as he gasped out a ragged breath and found release.
"Av, Av, Av," he chanted, hauling me flush to his trembling body as his cock jolted inside me, making my inner muscles clench again.
"I love you," he gasped in a rush. "There's no part of me that isn't insanely in love with you."
I kissed him hard, my heart thudding hard and my eyes stinging.
"I'm never letting you go," I breathed finally. "Not ever, X."
If heevertried to leave me, I might have to turn the tables and start stalking him. Something told me he'd fucking love that.
He sucked in a sharp breath and I watched his eyes flash momentarily electric blue. Was he feeding on my lust? On my climax?
"Fuck, you tastegood," he groaned, relaxing against me with a flurry of kisses down my jaw, sucking on my throat—and making a deep, throaty sound, like he was a vampire drawing blood. "I can't believe it's so good."
I went limp against the mat, my body heavy and weightless all at once. "Yeah. I know what you mean."
"I'm so glad you came to find me," he murmured against my skin.
Ah. About that…
"I didn't get a chance to tell you," I said, still lax and satisfied. "The devil has another mission for me; I'm leaving today."
I reallyshouldhave expected the deep, guttural complaint X made at my proclamation.
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