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The sensation of sinking into her, millimeter by millimeter, wipes my mind blank. It is an incredibly tight vice, a liquid, pulsing, enveloping heat that sucks in every single inch of my length. I feel her inner muscles quiver, clenching around me as if trying to swallow me alive as I push in all the way to the hilt.

I grit my teeth and throw my head back, letting out a low grunt. It is absolute perfection. A friction that burns my nerves, making me feel like I am penetrating straight into her soul.

I stop for a second to try and get used to that devastating sensation without losing my mind, but Selene isn't the least bit willing to wait.

"More," she moans, her voice broken, pleading, rolling her hips frantically against me. "Ron... more. Move. Don't stop."

I don't need to be told twice. I pull my hips back and drive back inside her with a blind, brutal fury. The angle from behind is devastating: it allows me to hit deep, in a way that makes her shake from head to toe. She is completely lost in pleasure. Her eyes are half-closed, her mouth parted in continuous, desperate moans. Her hips snap backward to meet my thrusts halfway, craving every single inch I'm giving her, pushing me to sink in even deeper, even harder.

I let go of my grip on her right hip. I lift my hand and slide it up the sweaty curve of her spine, caressing her neck for a second.

And then... I wrap my fingers around her throat.

With my hand on her neck, I force her to lift her chin. I force her to look straight into the mirror.

To look at us. To look at her own dark eyes, clouded and liquid with lust, while I relentlessly pound her from behind, controlling her breath and dictating the rhythm of her pleasure.

"Look at you," I whisper to her as I keep hammering into her non-stop, keeping our eyes locked through the glass. "Look at how much you like it, Selly."

She stares at us like she's hypnotized, her chest rising and falling in sharp jerks.

"I hate you..." she whimpers, even as her body clenches around me with an impending orgasm.

"Liar," I whisper to her, grazing her earlobe with my teeth, my hand tightening just a fraction on her neck to emphasize the final, deep thrust. "Say you're mine."

"Go to hell," she moans, arching her back and closing her eyes as the wave of pleasure begins to crash over her.

I smile, a fierce smile completely lost in her, picking up the pace until we are both shaking.

"I haven't quite figured out if it's hell or heaven, but... I'm already in it, baby. And I have absolutely no intention of leaving."

28

Hay in Your Hair and Almost Accidental Sex

Selene

"What's going on?"

Carolina's shrill voice echoes through the entryway, accompanied by the squeak of the front door hinges. She has a brazen smirk plastered on her face, her cheeks are flushed, and... there are a few strands of hay stuck in her messy hair.

Behind her, like two hypnotized bloodhounds, the twins Cade and Cole walk in. Their clothes are rumpled and they walk with a lazy swagger, their dark, predatory gazes glued shamelessly to the ex-princess's ass.

They are coming back in through the front door, while Ron and I are just finishing descending the steps of the grand staircase. All the other survivors of the night are already, or perhaps still, gathered downstairs, immersed in what feels like a collective hangover vibe.

The scream blasting through production's megaphone brutally yanked me out of a blissful dream. Up until ten minutes ago, I was deeply, soundly asleep in Ron's arms.

What the hell possesses someone to scream at four in the morning?

My body is one single, delicious map of soreness. He spent the entire night finding increasingly creative and devastating ways to make me come.

I honestly thought we had hit the unsurpassable peak in the bathroom. When he slapped me, bent me over the sink, and grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror, I felt a kind of dark pleasure that almost terrified me. The pressure of his fingers on my windpipe, the burn on my skin, the calculated brutality with which he possessed me... shattered me completely.

I have never trusted a man to that extent. But the moment I felt his hands tighten, I realized that I trust him absolutely. And I'm fucking happy about it. For the first time in my life, I just needed to empty my head, to not think about a damn thing, to turn off my brain and simply feel good. To let go.

And he let me.

Then, since we were a total mess of sweat and fluids, we moved back to our room and jumped into the shower. I blush and squeeze my thighs together, feeling a liquid, pulsing throb just remembering what we did to each other in there.