Page 36 of A Sinful Gravity

I ripped her hand away and sealed my mouth over hers, kissing her like I wanted to devour her soul—tongues clashing in a messy, saliva-slick battle, sucking, biting, tongues fucking each other as frantically as my cock was pounding her pussy.

Her nails raked down my back in long, vicious scratches, drawing hot lines of blood that only spiked the raw pleasure higher, turning the pain into liquid fire racing through my veins. I growled into her mouth and fucked her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, her soaked walls fluttering and clenching greedily around my thick shaft with every punishing thrust.

Picturing her writhing helplessly beneath me, taking every brutal inch like the greedy little slut she became only for me, I wrapped my hand around my aching cock and started stroking—slow and deliberate at first, squeezing the base tight, sliding up over the swollen head where precum was already leaking in thick beads. In my mind, she arched her neck, head thrown back against the pillow, teeth sinking into her swollen lower lip to trap the moans that still spilled out anyway—filthy, broken sounds that made my balls tighten. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples dark and stiff, bouncing with the force of my imagined thrusts.

My grip tightened, pace quickening as I fucked my fist faster, rougher, matching the rhythm I was destroying her with in my fantasy. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper while her cunt squeezed me like a vice, dripping down my balls with every savage plunge. I could almost feel her body shuddering violently toward climax—trembling uncontrollably, inner walls spasming wildly around my cock as she came apart.

God, I wanted to crush her against me, feel those perfect tits smashed to my chest while she cried out my name in broken sobs, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Please...harder. Fuck me harder," she'd beg, voice wrecked and desperate, her pussy milking me in rhythmic pulses as her orgasm ripped through her.

"Luna..." I couldn't hold it anymore. The growl tore from my throat, low and hoarse, my voice completely wrecked with lust.

The release crashed over me like a violent storm, every muscle locking tight as thick ropes of cum erupted from my cock, spilling hot and messy over my pumping fist and onto my stomach. My hips jerked involuntarily, fucking my hand through the last shattering pulses until I was completely drained, body collapsing back onto the bed in a boneless heap.

Sticky warmth coated my fingers and dripped down my wrist, but I had no strength left to care. I just lay there, chest heaving, staring blankly at the ceiling as the aftershocks faded and left nothing but a hollow ache behind my ribs.

Emptiness crashed in like a black hole, swallowing me bit by bit.

I rolled over, face in the pillow. Eyes wet—not tears, just exhaustion. Bone-deep tired, like I could drop dead.

What good was all the success? Cold house, joy I couldn't share. Frustration crushed down, stealing my breath.

I'd finally gotten it. Work wasn't everything. But she was gone.

I clutched the pillow, murmured low. "Luna... where are you?"

Night thickened like ink. I knew she couldn't hear. But I asked anyway, over and over.

Because now, without her, I missed her like mad.

And I'd wait for her to come back. Always.

Chapter Nine

Luna

The plane touched down at Washington Dulles just as dusk settled in. Rain must've come through this morning. It had stopped, but the air still held that damp chill.

I walked out of the terminal holding Laila's little hand. She wore her pink knit hat, eyes bright and darting everywhere, like a bunny let out of its cage.

"Mommy, this place is huge!" Laila's voice cut through my thoughts, injecting some energy into my tired body.

I crouched down and fixed her scarf, leaving only her bright eyes visible. She'd slept most of the flight and was wide awake now, taking everything in. She'd always been observant.

"The floor here is darker than Heathrow's," she said. "And people walk faster."

"You notice everything, don't you?" I kissed her forehead.

"I always notice." She accepted the compliment happily, then grabbed my hand. "Do you know this city, Mommy?"

I kept my voice light. "Yeah, baby. I spent time here when I was little. We'll check into the hotel first, okay?"

She nodded, then asked curiously, "Why did we come early?"

"To see Aunt Chloe." I smiled, feeling lighter.

"Yay! The chocolate Aunt Chloe sent last time was so good! I'm giving her my bunny!"

Laila got excited, already planning tomorrow's visit.