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Half bent over it, my palms flat on the wooden surface, his larger hands holding mine down just like his larger frame braces mine within his own, I’m caged in. His heavy, almost beastly pants of air brush against my ear before his lips do.
Enough to make me shiver in place.
And cause my pussy to clench.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he growls. “Nothing’s more important to me than finding the piece of shit who attacked you that night. There’s not an hour of the day I’m not thinking about it, and there’s not a moment I’ll stop searching ’til I do get him.”
The tension’s too much. Too overwhelming as he clinches me within his arms.
His husky voice next to my ear, so deliciously violent and thick with arousal, sends vibrations through my body.
It speaks to the black part of my soul, unlocking the dark impulses in me only he seems to understand.
Only he knows I have.
“I made you a promise that he dies. I intend to keep that promise,” he says, pressing himself against me. His front to my back. The solidness of his chest and the strength of his biceps. The hardness of hiserectionas it prods my ass. His voice strains at the contact. “Don’t you ever fucking imply otherwise. Is that clear?”
Dazed, speechless, and soaking wet, I nod.
Our battle resumes—just as aggressive and frantic, but with a shared end goal.
Salvatore spins me around and we’re back to fighting. I shove at his chest and then fist my hands into his shirt. He kisses me hard and bites my lip. We tear, twist, tug out of our clothes. His arm slips under my thighs and he hoists me up off the floor.
Our kiss never ends. I toss my arm around his neck and meet the lash of his tongue with one of my own. He slides my panties off, then drops me on the tabletop. My bare ass smacks into the wood maybe harder than it probably should, but neither of us care—I’m spreading and he’s wrenching my hips toward him.
“Fuck, Phi, you’re so wet,” he groans when he rubs my pussy and finds me glistening. He licks his fingers and grips my thighs and then rams into me.
I cry out as if I’ve been split in two.
The sudden fullness is enough to overwhelm.
He feels soo good buried inside me, I can’t take it.
Right now I’m so sensitive and on edge a few flicks of my clit and deep enough strokes and it’s game over. I’m done.
My pussy pulses of its own accord and squeezes him tighter.
He groans and gathers me closer, forcing my legs even wider apart and teasing with kisses. His dick’s wedged between as he gives a few shallow, teasing thrusts. “You’re such a damn tease, Phi. Keep squeezing that sweet little pussy like that. Keep fucking around, trying to drive me crazy, and find out what happens.”
I find out what happens.
Salvatore unleashes himself on me. He goes wild and drills into me.
Fast. Mercilessly. With brutal and carnal abandon.
There’s no holding back—Salvatore fucks me with everything he has, leaving me no other choice but to keep my legs spread and ride out every fast and hard stroke. No other choice but to scream out in breathless pleasure as I rub my clit and take it.
It’s like our fight still hasn’t ended. We’re still warring, only in a different way: with the passion fueling our bodies.
The tension fraught in the air is no less caustic. It’s merely being handled more… creatively.
At some point, Salvatore flips me over with a primal growl. It makes me wetter as I twist to try and get away and regain some control, but I never do.
He’s too dominant, too aggressive as he positions me exactly like earlier. Half bent over the table, spread out and wide, imprisoned under him and his impossible, powerful frame.
For as much as I snap and squirm, my pussy pulsates and my heart skips with excitement. Ilikewhen he slams down my hands on the table and holds me in place using little to no effort; something inside me burns even hotter for him as he demonstrates how easily he possesses me.
Grabbing my throat, he sinks back into me whole. I arch against him, standing on tiptoe from the intensity of it, like some amateur ballerina.
