I nod, my words trapped behind my lips as I fight the tumultuous waves of emotion crashing through me like a storm.
Something about tonight feels different.
Maybe it’s the seed of doubt Sora planted in my mind—or maybe it’s that Miko smells like alcohol—but whatever it is, I can almost taste the potential brewing in the air.
Then Miko thrusts inside me, his thick, hard girth stretching me wide as he plunges deep and stills.
“Cazzo,” he growls, his forehead falling to the mattress as the muscles in his back tense and bunch beneath my hands.
“What?” I whisper, my anxiety jumping slightly.
Miko shakes his head, then slowly lifts it to look down at me with his electric gaze. “You feel so good, it makes me want to lose control,” he breathes, leaning in to capture my lips with such a tender kiss, it completely contradicts his words.
My entire spine is tingling now, goosebumps spreading across my arms and thighs as my walls clench around his impressive length. Miko groans, his hips rolling slowly as he grinds against my clit.
There wasn’t much foreplay tonight, but based on the intense waves of pleasure that crackle through my body, I didn’t need it.
I’m on the brink of coming, and we’ve only just begun.
My lips part, my head falling back as my eyelids sink closed, and I take a moment just to feel him moving inside me, his silky erection sliding effortlessly in and out of me as my slick excitement provides the perfect friction.
His calloused hands boldly explore my body, his fingers pressing into my skin as he grips my hips and reaches around to grab a handful of my ass.
Excitement zings through me as he tilts me up, changing the angle of my body and intensifying the depth of his thrusts.
He hisses, the sound dangerously erotic, as he starts to rock more powerfully, pressing into me with a force that lights up my nerve endings like a Christmas tree.
It’s not rough, exactly.
It’s ravenous, like no matter how deep he plunges, it’s not enough.
And god, he’s deep.
Deeper than he’s ever been before.
Every time our hips meet, a burst of sensation blasts through me.
Black dots dance across my vision, and without warning, I come hard.
“Fuck!” I scream, the cuss rushing from me unexpectedly as I start to squirm.
I don’t know how to cope with the sudden sensory overload.
It feels like Miko’s plunged a shot of adrenaline straight into my heart. My pulse roars in my ears, a brass ringing filling the void as I convulse beneath him.
My nails bite into his back as I cling to him like he’s the only thing stopping me from floating out of my body and vanishing into the black void of space.
Miko snarls, the sound deep and animalistic.
His hips jerk forward, his weight pressing down on me as he reaches back, one hand at a time, to snag my wrists.
With terrifying ease, he forces my hands over my head, his deep, penetrating thrusts never relenting as he fucks me through the single most intense orgasm of my life.
And when he has my hands pinned, my body trapped beneath him, he leans back just enough to find my gaze.
“Christ, Anika,” he rasps. “You’re going to make me lose my mind.”
His grip tightens around my wrists as he leans in, his eyes smoldering with intensity.
