Page 83 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

A delicious moan escapes her as she kisses me back, fighting for dominance. I kiss her harder, tasting blood that mixes with the sweetness of her mouth.

It’s as if my body is no longer in my control. Even if I were told to stop right now, I wouldn’t be able to.

She locks her legs around my waist, sparks jolting through me so fucking intensely when her pussy presses against my hardened cock.

We kiss hungrily, our tongues playing with each other’s in a fight for something I can’t name. I break away the moment she gasps for air and begin sucking and nipping on her neck, drawing moans of satisfaction from her lips as she rubs her pussy against my cock.

“Jayce,” she whimpers, sounding so fucking horny. I clench my jaw, trying to contain the growl of approval that almost escapes me.

The memories, the pain, the passion, the love… It all hammers against me, but I focus only on the pleasure, trying to shut the rest out, burying my nose in her neck. I run one hand up her waist and along the side of her breast, the other now gripping the back of her neck as I pull her closer.

She moans under my touch; her entire body is on fire. I remove my hand from her neck, running it down over her breasts, squeezing hard as I suck on her neck, nibbling at her mark once again. She arches her back, parting her legs as she tries to press herself fully against me.

She reaches down between us and murmurs a spell. I feel my pants disintegrate and glance down just in time to see them disappear into black smoke.

That’s a neat fucking trick.

Then her hand cups my cock as she pumps it twice, sending an intense wave of pleasure through me. She then cups my balls, caressing them. I twitch in her hand, and I’m already fucking rock hard.

I yank her hand away, and moving off her slightly, flip her onto her stomach and press her face-first into the bedsheet.

She moans, struggling slightly in my grasp, but I can tell just how much she wants me to do this. She whimpers as she parts her legs, getting up on her knees slightly.

I rip off her panties, my eyes blazing at the sight of her perfect fucking pussy. I rub my hand between her folds as I lean over her, wrapping my arm around her breasts, yanking her bra down to free one boob. I twist her nipple as I suck hard on her neck. She moans, her entire body tensing as I rub her clit.

“Fuck!” she cries out. “Faster.”

“I’m not sure you’re in any position to give orders,” I growl huskily. “Now be a good fucking girl and part those legs for me.”

She does as I ask, and I shove two fingers into her. She cries out as her entire body clenches around me as I begin fucking her hard and fast with them.

“Oh fuck!” she moans hornily.

I can feel her satisfaction as she begs for me to speed up, and when I curl my fingers inside of her, pressing my thumb against her clit she explodes, her juices squirting down her thighs and all over my hand. I don’t stop until she’s ridden out her orgasm.

I need my own fucking release, and she’s still burning up, the orgasm giving her temporary relief from the pain, and I’m ready to fuck her hard.

She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes coated with desire as she reaches up and combs her fingers through my hair before sliding them down my neck as she tries to catch her breath.

But I don’t give her the chance to relax as I tangle my hand into her hair, pleasure erupting through me the moment my cock touches her molten core.

This is it… I fuck her, and she will never have to deal with heat again.

If she marks me, the drakaths are gone.

But those things are so fucking meaningless right now, because all I want to do is bury my dick into her tight little pussy and make her scream for mercy.

“I hope you’re ready to have your pussy destroyed, because when I’m done with you, you won’t be walking for a while,” I growl huskily as I slam into her without warning.

Pleasure – pure, blissful, euphoric pleasure – erupts through me as I tighten my grip on her hair and fuck her harder. The pain, the rage, the anger, the guilt – every single emotion fuels every thrust. Each time I pound into her, a delicious moan escapes her lips.

Tonight, rules don’t fucking matter.

Tonight, she’s mine.

Meant to Be

Sienna