“Take what I’m giving you. I know what you need,” he whispered, biting my lower lip until he broke the skin. The tang of iron coated my tongue and I moaned at the taste of his kiss mixed with my blood. His grin was savage, eyes glowing dangerously.
The pressure building inside me was too much and not nearly enough. He gripped the hair at the base of my skull, tugging to expose my throat more for him to bite again as he drove deeper into me.
“I love you brutally,” he growled, punctuating with a sharp thrust. “Possessively.”Thrust. “Completely.”Thrust.“Infinitely.”Thrust.I could barely breathe between him grinding against my clit and the relentless pound on that sensitive spot deep within.
I hooked my arms around his shoulders and held his gaze.
“Beautiful Monster,” I breathed, watching the flecks of silver swirl in his eyes. “If that’s how you love, then do your worst.”
It set himoffand all I could do was take it. I wanted him to shred me from the inside with pleasure so intense I saw stars. My climax barreled at me like a battering ram, bowing me off the bed into him as he fucked me through it. His hand gripped my hip, tilting to sink so deep I felt him in my stomach- unintelligible whimpers fell from my lips as he ground into my overstimulated cunt sending shocks of ecstasy though my boneless body until a second orgasm swept me under. Shuddering, my teeth dug into his neck to muffle my cries as he chased release.
“Angel,” he panted. “Fuck-”
He came so hard he stopped breathing for a moment. We stayed joined long after coming down, clinging to each other and absorbing the waves of ecstasy tingling between us as we stared into each other's eyes.
His fingers brushed my wild hair from my forehead. “I could spend forever learning every single strand of your irises, watching your pupils dilate and contract.”
I smiled at him in a post-sex haze. “You’re insane.”
He grinned. “Yea I am.”
“I love you more for it.”
Warmth bloomed in my chest at the way his face lit up. He surged forward, devouring me in drugging kisses. Right as we nearly fell back into each other, a pot clattered in the kitchen. Ollie’s mouth continued down my jaw, to my neck as he stiffened inside me again. I groaned, slipping out from under him.
“No, don't go,” he protested. I pushed him lightly, watching him fall onto his back. My eyes roamed over him glistening in our sex, splayed like an all-you-can-fuck buffet. As tempting as he was laying there, the commotion in the kitchen was enough to get me pulling on a pair of his boxers. Marty only used the stove to light joints and Jack didn’t even know how to turn it on. That noise meant one thing.
Serina was awake.
Ollie threw his arm up to hide his face, blowing out a sigh. “It’s probably Marty.”
“It’s not.”
“You see through walls now?”
I shot him a glare as I twisted my hair into a top-knot. A glimpse of silver and the boxers I’d just put on yanked down. I huffed, pulling them up again. He snickered, gripping his cock and stroking himself tauntingly.
“I’m hard,” he pouted.
I chucked a pair of shorts at him. “I need to check on her.”
I grabbed a rumpled shirt from the ground, covering myself as my man-child of a boyfriend tried pantsing me for the second time. Reaching for the door, I dared a look over my shoulder.
I immediately regretted it.
Stretched out on his stomach, one leg hitched up and his perfect ass marked with little half-moon cuts from my nails- a switch flicked. I was already second guessing my decision.
“You’re irritatingly pretty,” I hissed.
His grin widened.
A shriek built in my throat.Infuriatingly intoxicating man.I made a show of stomping out of the room, the sound of his laughter following me. Though, I slammed to a halt as I took in the girl in the kitchen.
Golden waves in a messy bun and carrying dark bags under her honey eyes, Serina stood in the kitchen, watching a pot of boiling water. On the counter sat a tea-bag and mug.
“The microwave isn't working,” she muttered.
I blinked out of my stupor. “Yea, Marty put a burrito wrapped in tinfoil in it and nearly burned down the place.”
