Selene had the ability to sweep away my fear.
And then I would try to break down her persistent delusion of an “ever after.”
She and I were nothing until we came together. Then, we destroyed each other and remade ourselves.
And I would fight it for as long as I could, the two of us becoming one.
“Are you okay?” I asked in a moment of clarity.
She nodded, slipping her hands into my hair. She was lying; her body shouted it at me every time she went stiff, though she still tried to keep up with my mania.
I eagerly refocused on our clinch and pushed deeper inside her because I wanted to feel her completely enveloping my cock.
Selene cried out, and I got even harder, even more tense, even lustier, even crazier.
I wanted her to enclose me, to suck me in, to drag me down.
I wanted her to beat me—to win.
Babygirl swallowed and let her head fall back on the pillow, her eyelids drooping.
She was hot, drenched, and worn-out, but I was dead set on making her combust once more. I wanted to ruin her.
My stamina would demolish her, and she would be left wrung-out but satiated.
“You’re…” she panted, short of breath. “My Disaster…Peter Pan.” She tried to smile even as her slim, luscious body writhed beneath me while I continued my fervent strokes.
Her nails dug into my sides, her scratches pulling a guttural cry from me.
It hurt, but she could have been actively murdering me and I still would have kept flying toward my Neverland.
“You’re close,” I warned her as I felt her pussy spasm rhythmically around me. She arched her back, and her cheeks blazed. At the same time,I rubbed her clit with my thumb to ratchet up her pleasure and kissed her, tearing the breath from her again and again and again…
She climaxed beneath me as I continued to invade her, to shatter her, to bend her to my will.
Every bit of her was full of me.
Her fingers tightened around my waist, cutting into my skin.
Up she rose like a moth, beating her delicate wings, drawn to the light that only I could show her before plunging back down again. Back to earth, back to me, where she seized my lip with her teeth.
The metallic taste of blood spread across my tongue, and when she let me go, she collapsed in exhaustion on the bed.
A grin of purely male satisfaction spread across my face.
After a few more brutal strokes—short but intense—I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I grabbed on to the headboard with one hand and clutched the iron rail like I was falling off a cliff. The headboard stopped banging, and the mattress springs stopped squeaking. An unstoppable fire erupted from my lower legs, spreading along my spine before finally reaching my brain.
I tucked my head into the curve of her throat, my muscles seizing, veins pulsing. My back was on fire, and my eyes were fogged over as I exploded into a violent, breathtaking orgasm that inundated both her and me.
All the tension I’d built up evaporated.
Completely out of breath, I collapsed on Babygirl, exhausted and bewildered. Sex with Selene was satisfying yet agonizing at the same time.
She was a lethal weapon.
A cursed poem.
