She moans, the sound torn from her lips as she slips out of reality.
“Come for me,” I growl, voice a razor scraping across her skin.“Now.”
She doesn’t just come, she fucking detonates.
Her body locks up first, spine arching off the table like she’s being torn in two.A cry rips out of her throat.Then she falls apart on my tongue.
Her pussy clamps around my fingers so tight like it’s trying to hold onto me, trying to keep me there while the orgasm tears through her, a goddamn storm.Her legs tremble, then jerk.Then shake.I don’t care.Her whole body convulses, again and again, every muscle short-circuiting under the weight of it.This isn’t just release, it’s collapse.Total surrender.
And I don’t fucking stop.Not while she’s twitching.Not while she’s sobbing my name like it’s the only thing she remembers.
Her hand flies to my hair, pulling hard enough to make me growl.She’s loud, wild, fucking feral with it.
“Stay with me, baby,” I mutter against her.“Don’t run from it.”
I hold her through it, licking her slowly, my tongue dragging over her clit just to feel her twitch.To hear her whimper through the overstimulation.Her hips try to twist away as if it's too much, but I hold her tight, keeping her right there.
She gasps, legs trembling uncontrollably, her whole body flushed, wrecked and drenched.
When Emery finally collapses against the table, boneless and trembling, she’s panting like I’ve fucked her into another world.
I rise slow, unhurried, every muscle vibrating with satisfaction.I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, my eyes never leaving her, already plotting how I’ll break her all over again.
She’s still all over me.I can taste her.Feel her.Breathe her.
And my cock… It’s a fucking riot, straining, throbbing.Painful in a way that dares me to lose control.I haven’t even touched myself, and I’m already riding the edge like I could snap with a single stroke.
I look down at her.She’s so perfect.Hair wild.Lips swollen.Chest rising and falling, still chasing breath.Her thighs are spread wide for me, glistening and open—her body unwilling to close, unwilling to forget.Even now, after everything, she’s mine.Still offering.Still needing.Still mine.
And fuck if I’m not about to take it.
“You have no idea what you’ve just fucking done to me,” I snarl, grabbing her jaw hard enough she feels it, tilting her face up until her eyes lock with mine.“And don’t get comfortable, because I’m not even close to being done with you.”
Her eyes flutter open.There glazed.Like she’s floating somewhere between bliss and breakdown.
And that look tells me everything.She’d let me take her again and again.Until her legs give out.Until her voice breaks.Until the only thing she knows is the way I had her falling to pieces.
And now that I’ve started… I’m not stopping until she’s ruined for anyone else.Until every part of her aches with the memory of what I did to her.Until her body knows the difference between being fucked and being owned.
Chapter Twelve
Emery
Icanbarelybreathe.Mybody’s still twitching and wrecked from the last orgasm.From his mouth, his voice, the way he devoured me.
Now he’s standing over me.
Looking down.
Cock hard, jaw tight, eyes burning, seconds from snapping.
“Get off the table,” he says.It’s a command, not a request.That growl laced into every word that makes my pussy clench all over again.
I get onto my unsteady legs, my thighs slick and shaking, yet still somehow not close to being done.
The way he’s looking at me, he’s about to fuck the rest of his control straight into me.And I know… this is only the beginning.
The second my feet hit the floor, he’s there.Hands on my waist, spinning me with a force that steals the breath from my lungs.He drives me forward until I slam into the wall, cold and sharp against my skin, but there's no time to flinch.
