I bite my grin, relishing his guttural growl as he slowly slides back in. His bloodstained palm splays on my belly, feeling the bulge of his length invading me. His groan thunders from his chest to my heart.
“Mine. Do you hear me, Poppy? You are fuckingmine.”
In the span of a breath, he goes from gentle to savage.
Brontë strikes like a viper, sinking his teeth into my neck. Stars flicker across my vision, and then he’s gathering me into his arms like a knight for his damsel and striding for the bed. He tosses the cigar into an ashtray on the nightstand then drops me onto the furs. Heswallows my squeal with his lips and tongue as he spears me with his cock in a single, powerful stroke.
Pure bliss explodes through my veins. My legs knot around his waist, and I cling to him as he ruts into me like an animal lost to primal instinct. I mewl into his mouth. He growls in return, fisting my hair and kissing me like he can’t satisfy his thirst. His skin dews with sweat, his muscles twitching and clenching as his hips piston. He bites my breasts, licks the blood he draws like it’s nectar. Grabs my ass and lifts me higher for longer strokes and deeper plunges. Fills my mouth with his tongue as he fucks me and tastes me like I’m his final supper.
He’s chasing me toward the ledge, but I don’t want to fall just yet.
“Brontë,” I gasp, tugging sharply on his hair. “Look at me,s’il te plaît.”
When he does, desperation flares in his hazel eyes. “Don’t ask me to stop, because I won’t.”
“I want you to slow down. Let me come with you.”
His veins pop in his neck as he reins himself in, and his pace gradually slows.
“Such a good boy.” I smile, tapping the tip of his nose. “Scythe.”
He grabs my other arm and traps it above me, his gaze darkening. His powerful body grinds into mine, sheathing himself inside me at a smooth, languid pace. He’s everywhere and yet not everywhere enough. I want him closer—to consume me, inside and out.
I throw my weight forward, toppling him backward until I’m riding him. His knees fold up behind me, his thighs caging me in. He drops kisses down the curve of my neck as he pulls me so close, our hearts collide.
Thisis what I want. Him.
Forever.
My cheek is against his temple, my moans in his ear, his on my neck, our bodies moving to the rhythmic clap of the headboard against the wall. We are mere beasts, drowning with each other in the fires of passion. I happily burn with him.
Too soon, ecstasy coils in the base of my spine. “B-Brontë.”
“Fall, Poppy.” His teeth drag along the column of my throat. “I’m with you.”
My nails claw gashes into his shoulder blades.
Then I let go.
I’m devoured by an inferno of rapture. He tips me onto my back as if we’re plummeting from grace, and then he’s crashing into me, forcing us down through the layers of earth to where we belong.
When he comes, it’s with a growl that shakes the damn bed.
Liquid heat spills into me. He captures my mouth with his, delving for my soul, praises on his lips as my pussy clamps tight around him and milks him. He doesn’t stop kissing me until he’s hardening inside me again.
I yelp as he suddenly flips me to my stomach. There is no tenderness in the way he lifts my ass off the bed and punishes my pussy with his cock. My teeth leave marks in his arm when he holds me as I come, pressing me deep into the furs.
I’m going to die in this man’s arms.
And I gladly welcome my end.
TWILIGHT
Brontë
Twilight and birdsong lure me awake. Coffee and cotton candy caress my senses. A steady heartbeat thrums against mine.
Poppy’s heartbeat.
