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“I don’t hate you, Emilia. Far from it, in fact. You’re too good, too pure. You shouldn’t be here, wasting your time on me. I am irredeemably damaged.”
"I happen to like all of your damaged pieces, Wilder." At the soft cadence of her voice, I can’t help but stare hopefully up at her. I will never understand how I can want this woman to run as far away from me as possible while simultaneously hoping she will never leave.
She runs her palms over the ridges of my abdomen and along the hard planes of my chest before lifting herself up just enough to slide her hot core along my length, coaxing him back to life.
I groan despite myself. "You know what I think?" she murmurs seductively. "I think we had to get lost in the dark in order to find our way home to one another. I could never be your everything, and you could never be mine."
She’s right. Of course, she is. The relative peace she offered me was a temporary reprieve. It wouldn’t have gone on indefinitely. It couldn’t. Eventually, the past I refused to deal with would have come knocking, and I’m not sure we would have survived the fallout.
But now? Now there’s hope. If we start this thing on a clean slate, with her knowing every dark secret of mine, we have a chance.
“I want to be the one to help you wrangle your demons, Wilder,” she whispers, her voice low and heady as she continues to rub against me. “I like that I can offer you an escape, but I refuse to be your crutch.Youhave to be the one to confront your past and cast out the ghosts. I can’t banish them for you, but Icanstand by your side while you face them.” Vulnerability flashes across her face. “If you’ll have me.”
I move my arms, needing to fucking touch her, forgetting that I’m shackled to the bed. Even though my gaze remains securely moored to hers, I snarl at the restraints.
"I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side, Angel. You’ve been it for me since that night I slept in your room, and you thought a pillow wall would stop me from touching you. Even when I hated you, I still needed you. Not to keep the voices at bay, but just because I don’t fucking function without you. You’re so deeply embedded under my skin that I’m not complete unless I’m looking into your eyes or I can feel the heat of your skin against mine. I don’t care if you’re sitting in a chair on the other side of the room or asleep in my arms; whether you’re pissed at me or want to cut my dick off, I just want to be fuckingaroundyou."
I eat up every bit of the devilish grin slowly spreading along Emilia’s lips. "I can’t promise to always do the right thing, and I’m definitely going to fuck up, but I can promise that I’ll love you with every broken shard of my wretched heart. I’ll put you first, above all else, protect you no matter what, and be the man you deserve."
"So long as you start communicating with your words instead of your cock, then I don’t have any concerns about the rest of it," Emilia says, emphasizing her statement with another glide of her tantalizing pussy along my engorged flesh.
Lifting herself up, she pushes away the bedsheet, showcasing my erection in all of its painfully hard glory. Standing upright, like a soldier ready to march into battle. Emilia bites her lip as she tightly wraps her hand around my straining shaft.
Her other hand swiftly pushes the fabric of her red thong to the side, and she lines herself up. Precum leaks from my slit as she presses the head against the wet warmth of her cunt.
I strain against the cuffs as she taunts me, barely letting me breach the threshold before lifting off. Her hand tugs on my length, driving me wild as she holds me back from embedding myself in the only place my dick has wanted to be in months.
"No more teasing. No more torture sessions. No more driving me to the edge and leaving me hanging." The promise of retribution in her tone has my hips punching upward; the need to be buried inside her impossible to deny.
“I promise,” I grind out between gritted teeth, the words barely more than a guttural rasp.
Continuing to tease us both, Emilia doesn’t move an inch. Her eyes are latched on mine, blazing with desire; inch by inch, she eases herself down on me. Throwing my head back, a low groan passes my lips as she slowly impales herself on my throbbing erection.
Her hands skate over the ridges of my abs, sending pleasure jolting through me that’s only heightened when she fully seats herself. I can hardly breathe through the intense, agonizing need to move. To take over. To flip her onto her back and fuck her so far into the mattress that it’ll forever be indented with the outline of our bodies.
“Angel.” My apt nickname for her is barely more than a hiss. “Move.”
Smiling coyly, she lifts herself up before slamming down. My eyes roll to the back of my head, an inhumane growl erupting from my lips.
The cuffs jangle against the headboard with my need to feel her skin beneath mine, lick a wet trail up her neck and suck her nipple into my mouth. Rattling the bars of my cage, I growl, "Unlock these damn cuffs."
Emilia’s only response is a cunning smirk as she continues to milk me with that tight little cunt of hers. So slick. So wet. Sweet fucking perfection. I don’t give a shit what people might say; I want to fucking die with my cock buried inside her.
Her soft moans fill the room, echoing in my head and drowning out everything else. I can’t tear my eyes away as I watch her bounce on my dick.
“Top off,” I grunt, needing to see her tits bouncing as she takes every ounce of pleasure from me and keeps it for herself.
She obliges after sparing me a withering glare, which is completely ruined by the lust burning in her eyes.
“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, unable to look away as her breasts sway in front of me, her pert nipples aching to be touched. My hips buck when she reaches out and fondles one, moaning deeply as her pussy spasms around me.
“Oh, fuck, Angel.”
She strokes me at a rapid tempo that binds our bodies together, until I feel her pulsating with impending pleasure.
“Come for me, Angel. I’ve waited so fucking long to feel you lock around me, creaming my dick.”
“Shit, shit, shit.” Emilia quivers, shattering into a million pieces before my eyes. Watching her claim her release is my undoing, and I follow her into oblivion in a downpour of fiery sensations.
