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It’s the loss of control during the fall.
With Kallum, the fall may never stop.
I’m pressed to the glass door, my back braced between his body and the hard surface, as he frees one hand to work the doorknob. When it doesn’t turn, he issues a heated curse. His gaze solders to mine and, with a fervent groan, he bears down and twists the handle. The shatteringclinkof the broken mechanism heightens my arousal.
I arch an eyebrow. “You have a bad habit of breaking doors.”
“Fuck it.” His voice is coarse like gravel as he wrenches the door open. “I’ll buy them a whole new creepy house after we’re done tearing down these walls.”
The muffled beat of music filters from the lower level as the room instantly insulates us in the dark. I shiver at the blast of cool air over my sweat-slicked skin. “Where are you taking me?”
“The shadows.” My back finds another unyielding surface as Kallum plants me against a wall, his body caged around mine. “The filthy things I’m about to do to you are only for me, sweet Halen.”
His hips pin me to the wall, allowing him to shove my skirt up my thigh before he tears the seam of my panties, roughly forcing the ruined material out of the way. Then he captures my mouth in another sensually brutal kiss.
I hear the distinct rustle of his belt buckle, then his pants are shoved down, all while my legs stay locked around his waist. He wraps his hand around the base of his cock, and just the lecherous act of him grabbing himself and notching the tip to my entrance works a desperate sound from my mouth.
“Nothing about this will be gentle.” He’s barely voiced the warning before he thrusts forward. The hard warmth of his cock fills me fully, hitting that deep ache low in my womb and earning a hitched cry as I dig my heels into the slab of muscle in his lower back.
His rising growl is broken by his teeth sinking into my neck.
My hands move of their own accord, tearing at the buttons of his shirt until I have it wrenched open. I roam the sculpted contours of his chest, trace the inked skull of the stag, touch the hollow eyes that stare right into my depths.
I dig my nails into his shoulders as he immediately drives into me again. Deeper, harder. Rougher. Shredding right through my clenched inner walls and sanity.
“God—fuck, you’re so fucking wet. Let me die buried in this sweet pussy.” His hot breath fans over my shoulder as he kisses and marks me, teeth scraping possessively.
My body responds instantly to his praise, my arousal slick between us, a conduit to summon his darkest cravings.
His arm anchored around my lower back, he rails into me with relentless need, every thrust more forceful and devastating than the last. He has my blouse tugged open to touch and lick my breasts, his movements frantic, control annihilated.
My moans come uninhibited, drowned out by his furious growls and the music, torn from my chest in ragged, desperate sounds. When Kallum finds my mouth again to seal a kiss, he digs his fingers into my hair, tilting my face up to him as he ruts into me like a feral beast. He releases my hair only to fasten his hand around my throat, the healed over cuts on his palm coarse friction as he braces me to the wall in the perfect angle to deliver his brutal thrusts.
He fucks me ruthlessly. He fucks me with his whole body. Harsh breaths fall between us as he keeps a severe, wild pace, like he’s punishing me for making him want me so badly.
He fucks me like he’s scared to stop.
My body doesn’t just take the cruel treatment, lust fires through me with vicious yearning as his hips bruise the inside of my thighs, his chest crushes mine.
My shoulder blades take the brunt of his brutality, bones pounded against the unforgiving wall. His palm cuffed around my throat prevents a full breath, the pressure building into a crushing ache. My heartbeat pounds against my eardrums, and flaring sparks of light burst against my eyelids like the shower of meteors in the sky.
“Fucking hell…I need all of you.” His avow falls over my swollen lips, and I’m not sure if he’s even aware he’s uttered the words, he’s so gone. His eyes blaze with hunger and something dark and primal.
Kallum is frenzy.
The pained expression on his face clenches my heart as he rails into me, his need to be closer, my need to be felt, the constant, agonizing demand formorethat ruins us. I cling to his shoulders, swallowing his guttural moans as I crave oxygen.
He dips his head and sucks hard at the bite to draw fresh blood, and the abused skin flares with a satisfying throb. He’s frantically devouring me, teeth raking over my skin before he bites into the soft flesh of my breast. As his teeth sink deep, the pain locks my muscles and I contract around him.
His growl forces my hands beneath his shirt, nails seeking greedy purchase in his skin as I claw into his back. My sleeve snags one of the stitches in my forearm, and the resulting pain scratches an itch so deep, I arch off the wall, my hips rolling in time to meet his merciless thrusts.
Only vile creatures could love so violently.
Lost in our relentless desire as we rend each other apart, we are these wild, wicked things.
The web of his hand becomes a vise, depriving me of air. Fear is tactile and smothering, encasing us in the darkness—yet it’s not the dark we fear; it’s what’s in the dark, the things too fragile to voice, the terror of what could be lost.
The fear of what we could do to each other.
