Page 135 of Vicious Temptation

His laugh is low and breathless as he picks up the pace.

I cling to his shoulders as he fucks me against the ledge, each thrust pushing me right to the limit of what I can take without ever forcing me past it. My body has finally adjusted enough that the stretch has turned into pure pleasure, and every time he pulls back, my hips follow, already wanting him deep again.

Thiago notices.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, watching my hips meet his. “Could barely take me two minutes ago, and now you don’t want to let me out.”

“Shut up and keep moving.”

Smoothing his hand up my back, he grips the nape of my neck.

“Gladly.” He drives into me harder, and the ledge scrapes faintly beneath my ass as the water sloshes around us. The next thrust hits so deep my belly tightens and my thighs clamp around him. “Fuck, fera. Take every fucking inch.” His grip shifts to my hip, holding me exactly where he wants me while I meet every thrust. “Tell me how it feels.”

I open my mouth to answer, but he gives me no chance to speak before my teeth sink into his shoulder instead. His hand slides into my wet hair, pulling my head back just enough to expose my neck.

“Use your words, baby.”

“You feel fucking incredible.”

His mouth brushes my ear. “Better without the condom?”

“Yes.”

“How much better?”

I drag my nails down his back as he thrusts again. “So much fucking better.”

“That’s my girl.”

He kisses beneath my jaw and watches my face. “You like feeling all of me like this?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Then take what you can. I’m not giving you anything your body doesn’t want.”

I hook my ankles behind him and pull him closer. “My body wants plenty.”

His laugh turns into a groan when I squeeze around him again.

“Yeah,” he rasps. “I can fucking tell.”

He drives into me again, deeper this time, and I cry out louder than I mean to.

“Thiago, you fuck me so good. So damn good.”

“That’s it.” His hand cups the back of my neck while his other arm stays locked beneath my thigh. “Let me hear what taking this dick actually does to you.”

I bury my face against his shoulder again, but he pulls me back to look at me.

“No hiding, fera.”

His hips keep a steady rhythm, each thrust dragging that damn piercing over the spot that has my legs trembling around him.

“You’re so fucking annoying.”

“And you’re squeezing the life out of my cock while you tell me that.”

I would argue, but he rolls his hips differently and the words disappear beneath a moan.