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Biting my lip, I turn my head for a split second, relishing his movements. His fingers grip the hollows of my cheeks and rotate me back into place so that I’m facing him.

“You look at me when I’m inside you.”

I’m gone.

He hits that one spot inside me, and I’m crying out his name.

“Gavin! Oh, god, Gavin!” I mewl.

“Dammit, baby. The face you make when you come is myfavorite sight in the world. Fuck,” Gavin croons, holding me tight to his chest.

I grip his bicep from behind and hold on for dear life as he continues to wreck my body, chasing his finish line. He’s unrelenting. Brutal yet careful. My pussy clamps down on his thick length, and he roars. Instead of choking me, he lets go. I catch my breath, and he threads his fingers through my curls and pulls. I scream and chant his name over and over again while floating away as we reach our climaxes together.

We’re both hot, souls burning, flesh feeling alive, as our tension finally collides and explodes. I’ve never had rough, passionate sex like that before. He doesn’t waste a second more reminding me that tonight is about pleasure. He’s tying me back to his bed frame, as I sag into the soft bedsheets, shutting my eyes, letting sleep overtake me with his cum leaking out of me. He keeps thrusting, but I’m too drained to stay awake. Aftershocks of the best night I’ve ever had rattle my body, and I welcome the darkness.

CHAPTER 26

CORALINE

Gavin was not bluffing. He’s a man of his word. Still tied up, I lie on my back, him on top, as he slides himself inside me. I’m still wet from earlier’s heated session. The ropes rub against my skin, surely burning, but it just adds more fuel to my building orgasm. He enters me as I blink slowly at him; his blurry silhouette makes my chest swell.

“Gavin,” I mumble through tired lips. “What time is it?” I ask. From the indigo grey shades of color that filter through the rectangular window, I know it’s dawn.

“It’s time you taste how perfect we are together. Open your mouth.”

This is, quite frankly, the best way I’ve been woken up. He pulls out of me. I whine, pouting, needing him to keep going. My hands have fallen asleep from being bound for so long. I pull on them, trying to free myself, but nothing budges.

He places both knees on either side of my chest, stroking his dick. He presses the tip against my lips, stirring our cum on them. When I part my lips to suck in a breath, he pushes inside. I taste myself and lazily grin through his deep strokes. He pushes slowly, stretching my mouth around hismonster girth.

“I’m going to ruin you, baby. Ruin you so beautifully, you shatter and break only for me. Ruin you so good that you’ll never be satisfied with anyone else unless you’re coming on my cock. In every single lifetime, I’m haunting you, Coraline.”

He pulls out just enough to let me talk.

“Haunt me. Ruin me. Shatter me,” I plead.

He smiles before he goes back in deep until I’m gagging. At first, they’re slow, deep strokes. Tears leak down my cheeks as I continue to deep throat him. I can’t move, but just lie there and take it as he promised. I feel every vein, every drop of cum, and it arouses me higher. I want to play with myself, but he keeps me where he wants.

“So beautiful when you choke on me, Cora.”

He has me gripped by the hair, spearing my throat faster until saliva drips down my chin. His thrusts grow faster and needier. His massive cock tastes so delicious. I don’t gag anymore, but let him take what he needs. The sound of my moans and his deep, satisfied grunts turns me up higher. I want him inside me. Arching my back, my legs twist, and toes curl as I beg for his cock to be inside my wet pussy too.

“Don’t talk right now. I want to see you cry on it, just like your pussy is crying for me to fuck it.”

Then his palm connects with my face as he keeps wildly driving into my mouth. Slapping me as he turns me into his cock whore. He slaps me one more time, then I feel him jerk inside my mouth as I stroke him with my tongue.

“Beg me to let you swallow my cum.”

I don’t even hesitate at his request. I’m so wrapped in Gavin’s spell, I want him all the time now. His hooded eyes darken, looking at my lips, gripping his cock. He’s close, and it’s not fair because I’m aching down below. He takes out his dick and slaps my mouth with it a couple of times as I mutter my pleas.

“Let me swallow your cum, please.”

He rams it back inside until it’s at the back of my throat again.

He finishes with a growl. Slowing his pace, he shuts his eyes tight, dipping his head back as he pulses. I swallow him, licking every drop.

He unties me, and I immediately cup his face in my hands and stare at him, locking our gaze together, and needing him to understand that he has me under his spell. My nerves explode. My blood boils into euphoric lust. Flames are wild within both our eyes and souls.

“Fuck, Gavin, that was amazing,” I admit, shyly still feeling needy for him. I think I can do this all day. Still naked, bruised, and well fucked, his hand settles on my breasts, kneading them.