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HALEN
I’ve only ever experienced this sensation on the fading edges of sleep, in some lucid dream where I wake right as an orgasm takes hold. Some tantric, elusive pleasure that teases and edges in an infuriating climb, the pressure in my core a painful ache, desperate for release.
I stop breathing.
I stop moving.
As Kallum bites into the soft curve of my shoulder, every muscle locks in agony that the pleasure will never break. I release a small cry before I catch my lip between my teeth to stifle the sound. Moisture gathers in the creases of my shuttered eyes, and finally, the heartache that’s been building into an unbearable pressure surrenders with the piercing of his teeth.
Kallum affectionately kisses the bite, his lips trailing across the tender throb. “Open your eyes,” he breathes over the enflamed skin of my shoulder, his breath heated, arousing. “Breathe.”
My eyes open, my lungs steal crucial air, as the roll of his body along mine plunges me over the edge. The hard feel of his chest is maddening as he grinds into me, forcing my back to arch and my blouse to graze my nipples with satisfying friction.
Meteors shower the night as my climax grips me. The beautiful, shimmering lights fade and blink out as fast as they blaze across the sky. Just like pleasure, the height of which is such sweet, fleeting bliss, and then we’re burning out.
“Come, sweetness. Come so fucking hard for me,” Kallum commands, unleashing a growl that travels right to my center.
Like clinging to the dying wisp of an erotic dream, I grip tight to the eroding edges, where the cruel tease of that elusive pleasure teeters on the fringe.
Painful and torturous and maddening.
As I pull a satisfying breath into my starved lungs, my entire body tightens around the negative space. My inner walls clench, and my hips lewdly thrust to drive the aching throb deeper.
“Oh, god.” My muscles burn and contract. What started off as a slow build peaks all at once and shatters through me. A strained moan tears free as liquid fire pours through my veins, leaving me trembling, every cell fluttering with aftershocks.
“Goddamn.” Kallum’s voice is guttural and abrasive against my ear, the sound of his rapid, heavy breaths an erotic chord strummed across my body in pleasure’s wake. “You are so fucking sexy, you kill me. It’s fucking torture not touching you.”
It’s his strong arms that keep my limp body from crumpling to the terrace. I linger in his firm embrace, his warm and lean muscles hard along my soft curves, his distinct masculine scent a comfort. The furious beat of his heart ricochets through his cells to mine.
I slip my hands from his on the rail and turn in his arms, hit with the fierce desire burning in his striking gaze. The threat there undeniable as the embers of lust are fanned into flames. Kallum feeds off my pleasure, but he is the epitome of insatiable.
He’s so devastatingly beautiful in this moment it aches.
And if he doesn’t touch me, I’ll go out of my mind.
Mad with pleasure.
The pleasure principle is the psychic force that motivates us to seek gratification of our instinctive impulses—hunger, thirst, sex—as the id demands replete gratification.
It never stopswanting.
Kallum’s desire to eliminate my pain is still a selfish one, only rivaled by his need to be the one to derive pleasure from it.
By that design, the delirium I feel at having him at my mercy is intoxicating. It’s like wielding the power that fuels the sun, and it’s darkly addictive.
As the party commences below us, possible leads and answers all gathered in one place, the need for those answers is overruled by my desire for Kallum to touch me, be inside me, blissfully caving to his ravenous demand for hedonistic pleasure.
It’s the pained expression on his face that tears at my weakening resolve. I cling to his shoulders, my mouth inches from his, so close to tasting the blood stained on his lips, as I push my body against him to feel his fight—how badly he wants to take me this second.
“It’s not enough,” I say.
Sweat dampens his hair as his gaze ignites, and I swallow his agony as it’s expelled in a coarse groan. I lower my hand and circle my fingers around his thick erection. “I need you inside me.”
The words have barely left my mouth before he has me lifted in his arms, his fingers digging into the backs of my thighs in bruising demand as he hauls me to the other side of the terrace.
I’m swept into Kallum’s turbulence, the impact of being hit by a tidal wave. Any fear of toeing the edge is a fading memory as I face the unbridled demon in his eyes.
It’s not the hit at the bottom that is terrifying.
