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“I need you to tell me what it feels like when I fuck you like this. Run that pretty mouth. No one from your precious church can hear you here. It’s just me.”
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my moans, but they slip out, betraying me.
“Don’t be shy,” he grunts, leaning his body over mine. Something sharp nips at my earlobe. His teeth? “I want to hear you, Frey. I need to.”
There is no explanation to soften the request. My brain plays with it, parsing out a meaning he probably didn’t intend. He needsmeand no one else. Just this feeling. Just my body. Just me. With that thought in my head, he enters me more deeply, grinding his pelvis against mine.
And shock startles me into obeying him. “Amazing,” I rasp out. Another moan follows. Then a gasp as he slams into me again. I’m no longer holding back, and the broken, breathless sounds seem to incite something within him. “It feels amazing.”
His hand fists through my hair, guiding me to turn my head until I’m staring endlessly into his eyes.
“Yeah?” he asks, grasping more of my hair, pulling tight. In the same breath, he runs his mouth over my shoulder, grating out a command as he goes. “Tell me what you want. Don’t pretty it up, either. You give me that honesty you love so much.”
There are so many things I could say. Dilemmas that should matter far more than being in this room with him. Should…
“Come on, Frey.” He moves again, and my eyelids flutter. At the same time, a sudden tension on my throat makes me glance down. The chain of my necklace is stretched taut, but it takes me a second to realize why—he has my cross trapped between his teeth.
“D-Don’t break it,” I manage to croak. Then I realize that he’s nipping the charm gently, to the point that I could easily pull it free if I wanted. It’s such a breathtaking sight—like he has my very soul pinched between his teeth, his to destroy at a moment’s notice. He pulls tighter, the chain biting at my skin.
“You wouldn’t be the same without it, would you?” he asks, choosing to nuzzle my throat instead. “Sweet little, Frey.” Suddenly, he slams into me harder. Again and again. “Tell me what you fucking want. Loud and clear for the whole damn world to hear.”
He thrusts again, and a searing heat tears through my body, robbing me of anything but this. Him.
“You,” I hear someone gasp—but that can’t possibly be me. Another woman must be responsible, sounding seconds from coming undone. “I just wantyou,” she croaks.
And Daze seems to mistake her for me. “Such a good fucking girl,” he praises into my skin. He tugs on my hair, drawing my head to the side, which exposes my neck to him. “That’s right. Me. So. Take. It. Frey.” Brushing his lips along my throat and then shoulder, he sinks into me. “Every fucking inch of me.”
He rocks within me, again and again, stimulating parts of me I never even knew existed. I arch my back and match each stroke, creating the perfect rhythm. He makes it so easy to follow him. Chase that insurmountable feeling. That ultimate…
“Do you want to come?” he taunts, once again reading my thoughts. At first, I struggle to grasp what he means. Come?Oh.The name for that senseless oblivion that awaits the end of these sinful moments with him. “You’re close,” Daze adds, his voice taunting as if he knows a secret I don’t.
Close. I’m trembling, and so is he. Pulsing. Our bodies are thick with sweat. Breathing is shallow.
“Can you feel it?”
“Yes,” I manage to choke out.
“Then beg me.”Thrust. “For.”Thrust. “It.”
I have no choice but to try. “Please—”
“Not good enough.” His laughter resembles a growl, resonating through my skin in unsettling vibrations. “Beg me.”
Another searing thrust robs me of the ability to speak. Gasping, I claw at the fabric beneath me and struggle for clarity.
“Daze—”
“Fucking beg,” he commands, eying the dangling chain from my neck before grasping my cross in the palm of his hand and pulling tight.
A terrible thought comes to me, and I’m too breathless to stifle it the way I should.Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
Again and again.
“Please!” I desperately moan, wanting nothing more. “Please.”
He slams into me harder, firmly gripping my ass cheek with one hand and curving his fingers around my throat with the other. “Try again.”
“Please, Daze,” I rush out helplessly. “I need this. Please.Please.”
