Her kisses were everywhere.
Not Kimberly.
My Babygirl.
Impatient, I grasped my erection in one hand and dragged the head along her outer lips, already puffy with arousal. She pressed herself against me subtly, delicately, tempered by that lingering prudery that I wanted to strip away from her. Then I licked her cheek like an animal and hovered around her pussy without pressing inside because I wanted to test her; I wanted to feel that first resistance as she stared up at me, ethereal like an angel and fully aware of my little game. I began to grind against her, driving us both crazy, and when Selene arched her back and tilted her pelvis to hasten me, I shut down all rational thought, ignored all the problems all around us, and unleashed the savage, morally bereft part of me that had just been waiting to exorcise all his suppressed cravings with her.
Only with her.
I seized her mouth roughly.
I touched her body with greedy hands—she was so soft and warm that I felt drunk on her. I couldn’t withstand the desire to sink into her or the frustrated tension in my muscles for a minute longer, so I spread her thighs wide and thrust wildly into her. She yielded instantly to me.
She was so drenched, I slid inside without any resistance.
She let out a scream, and I paused in her enveloping heat, squeezing my eyes shut. I licked my lower lip and, like a beast in rut, kept her impaled upon me, savoring the moment when I felt her hot, tight walls closing all around me. I could feel her heartbeat, but the only thing throbbing in me was the need to pound her, taking full advantage of whatever time we had left together.
Because she held insane sway over me, obliterating me, making me lose all control, and bringing every part of me to life.
The good and the damned.
Selene shivered and went rigid at my vehemence.
I receded slowly, drawing out the friction between us before sinking back into her like the worst kind of beast.
In and out I went, wrenchingly possessive, and Selene was jolted against the bed with every stroke, struggling to keep pace with me, to not deny me, and to take what she wanted: me.
I wanted to get into her soul, deeper and deeper, because she was getting into mine, and I had no idea how to stop her.
She was taking up her rightful place.
Not just for a visit but to stay. Forever.
I started biting her then.
I started at her shoulder and moved down to her stiff nipples, compressing them between my teeth, leaving my mark on her.
Another one. One of many.
Because she was trying to bamboozle me with her fairy dust, and that made me furious.
She cried out but didn’t deny me; she trusted me. I gave myself over to my instincts, breathing heavily.
I focused on the sight of my hard cock vanishing between her thighs like I was trying to split her in two. I could feel her pelvic muscles putting up desperate resistance, but Babygirl wanted me; she whispered it into my ear. So I continued to move against her, undeterred.
When I saw her face grow cloudy from who knew what kinds of thoughts, I captured her mouth with mine and kissed her, teasing her with my tongue. I wanted to make sure she was getting as much pleasure from this as me, but above all else, that I was right there, uppermost in her mind.
She didn’t need to think about anything else. Only me.
I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead to hers, glorying in the devastating feeling of being inside her. With each deep thrust, her knees clenched tighter around my waist and her heels dug into my ass, urging me not to stop, to give her all of me, despite how difficult it must have been to withstand my ferocious assault. A moan of pleasure-pain fell unexpectedly from her parted lips. I stifled it with a carnal kiss as I continued to pound into her with untamed force.
I was struggling to keep her hope from rekindling mine.
Her feelings could only drag me into a world that was as enchanted as it was false.
The only sounds echoing around the room were the wrought iron of the bed slamming into the wall and our ragged breathing.
We panted, sweated, burned, and fought.
