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He snapped again.
This time, he fell to his knees, dragging me with him.
His mouth claimed mine, my dress whooshing up to surround us in red and blue.
Pushing aside my gown, he somehow managed to free me from the material to settle me on his lap. Our bare skin was intensely hot and slippery with combined sex and sweat.
We were no longer human, just animals desperate to mate.
Squirming on his lap, I moaned like a cat searching for cream—searching for him, entirely unshackled from propriety and self-awareness.
I was empty.
Empty.
“Fill me, fuck me…Elder…please.”
“You’re going to kill me, Tasmin.”
My eyes flew open at my real name just as he stabbed up and his cock impaled me all over again—both enemy and victor over swollen-sensitive flesh.
He called me Tasmin.
He glowered as if I were a conquest as well as his mistress.
He hated me as well as loved me in that moment.
I gasped and groaned as he drove exquisitely deeper.
“This is what you get. Are you happy now? Happy that I’ll just keep fucking you until I can no longer stand?” He punctured his growl with his rampaging hips, bouncing me in his arms, jerking me down to spear deep, deep, deep.
My breasts jiggled before his hands captured them, forming a bra from his fingers, squeezing me depravedly.
A barely there memory scrambled through my mind of the first time we’d had sex. He’d been on his knees, and I’d been in his lap. Only he hadn’t moved when he’d entered me. He’d been rigid while I burst apart in his arms.
Now, I pushed his shoulders, causing him to clench his belly only for his legs to kick out and lie down with my pressure.
The moment he was on his back, I gave him everything he wouldn’t take that first day.
“Yes, I’m happy. Yes, I’m glad you’re fucking me. But now, it’s my turn.” Digging my fingernails into his chest, I rode him.
I took him.
I moved with him as he guided my hips to a faster beat.
I studied his face as his jaw tightened and eyes blackened and hair tangled on the carpet.
I arched and revelled in the way he locked onto my bare breasts.
I gasped and preened at how gorgeous he was wearing a rumpled tux with my dress all around him.
I rode him while he rode me, and I took back every last piece of my sexuality on the floor of Hawksridge Hall.
With our eyes locked and bodies joined, my hand vanished under my dress for the second time. I couldn’t finish this without coming again. I needed to stare into his eyes and shatter. I needed him to see just how much he’d broken through my bounds and created a bold sexual lover who would never tire of him, never deny him, never ever leave him.
My dress trapped my hand, layers upon layers of satin preventing me from finding where we were joined.
Elder’s jaw clenched as his nostrils flared, inhaling the scent of us, his face drenched from exhaustion. One hand left my hipbone, burrowing through my skirts, finding me swiftly.
His thumb latched onto my clit with reckless precision, burying me under an avalanche of heaven.
“Let me.” His voice was a cross between a snarl and thunder.
His face turned to stone as his thumb rocked me in the perfect way and his cock drove into me in ultimate rhythm.
I gave up being self-conscious or worried or tender or shy.
I threw myself into the carnage we created, my knees heating from carpet burn; my heart well and truly expired. “Elder…El…God, El.”
My head fell back, my eyes closed, my body swayed as my hips rocked, forcing myself down and onto him, filling me with him, consuming him, riding him, buying him, forging him to me for eternity.
I’d never been so free, so liquid, so dazed.
It was a dance.
A waltz.
A fucking on the floor with my lover panting and writhing beneath me.
“Come, Pim. Ride me.” He grunted and groaned. “Fuck, yes, ride me. Take me. Fuck, I want to come. I want to watch you break apart. I want to feel you.”
His face twisted into something demonic. “Ride me, Tasmin. Fucking ride me.”
So I did.
Time lost all meaning as we merged into one. We no longer fought to stay in sync; we were in sync. Our breathing, our thoughts, our bodies, our orgasms.
We drove each other up and up and up. We drove each other insane and crazy and wild.
And when there was nowhere else to climb and nowhere else to venture, we fell.
Ripple after ripple turned into a tide which turned into a waterfall.
His hand on my clit pushed me from orgasm to bitter splitting, and I jerked as if someone cut all my strings, crumpled me up, and threw me down to earth to forever be his.
He roared.
I screamed.
We rode out the waves, his heels driving into the floor to climb higher into me and my knees bleeding from rocking so hard.
