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I’ve never been as turned on in my life as I am in Landon’s embrace.
I’m in a beast’s arms, wearing nothing but torn fishnet stockings and boots, but I feel strangely safe.
Wanted.
Enveloped in a lusty cloud.
Certainly needed.
Landon pushes a huge blank canvas from the corner of the room and lays me on top of it so that he’s hovering over me.
My legs are still wrapped around his thighs, refusing to let him go for some reason. I’ve been thinking so much about this, imagining and playing it in my head that the thought of it going wrong gives me anxiety.
Both his hands wrap around my throat as he thrusts deeper but at an unhurried pace. The sound of his cock smeared with my blood and arousal echoes in the air like an aphrodisiac.
“Bleed for me.”Thrust.“Break for me.”Thrust.“Make me your one and only.”
My thighs tremble and pleasure knots my belly. The pain slowly but surely explodes into a thousand pleasurable sparks.
I hold on to his muscular arms, not so I can remove them but because I need the anchor. Or maybe I want the connection, as heartless as Landon is.
Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine sex would be this tantalizing. Landon dragged out my most animalistic side and stroked it, literally and figuratively.
The harder he chokes, the stronger the flood of my arousal. The deeper his thrusts, the quicker my breath hitches.
My intelligible sounds echo in the air and he rolls his hips, pulls out, then slams back in again. My back arches as my mouth opens and closes soundlessly.
“Your body is a temple for mine, little muse. I love the feel of your pussy when you’re struggling for air. It clenches and milks my cock so tightly. You’re quickly becoming my favorite fuck hole.”
He pulls out again, only his crown staying inside, and then thrusts back in. “You’ll take every last inch, won’t you?”
I don’t know if I’m too demented to ever be cured, but my hips jerk with every thrust. With each look into his cold, empty gaze, I drown deeper.
For a fraction of a second, I think I see some semblance of emotion, but it’s fleeting and soon disappears as if it was never there.
It probably wasn’t.
I’m the one who’s chasing an impossible notion, hoping, even as I’m torn apart by this beast, that there’s a corner in his soul I can reach.
I’m being devoured by a cold, merciless monster and I don’t want it to stop.
My thighs shake and the orgasm washes over me in long bursts. His thrusts turn animalistic, painful, even, but I revel in each and every one.
Landon looks like his favorite Greek statues when he’s coming—an absolutely stunning god, but cold and cryptic.
I’m nothing but a warm hole he’s using for the physical climax.
Just like he’s nothing but a dick I’m using for my own pleasure.
It’s absolutely nothing more, I tell myself even as I feel the tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.
Landon lifts one hand from my throat and wipes the wetness, then brings it to his lips as he whispers, “You’re becoming a dangerous addiction, little muse.”
And then he comes inside me in long, hot spurts.
I can take being an addiction. After all, that’s what I think about him as well.
A lethal, irreversible addiction that might or might not push me to my downfall.
