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Everywhere he’s hot—
Oh my God, I’m hotter.
As his angry cock rubs my stomach and thighs, as the dusting of dark hair on his chest teases my nipples, I become a writhing mess from the gentle torture of it.
I stroke over his back, dipping my tongue against the heat of his mouth, tracing the stark muscles surrounding his spine with fascination, drawing on him like I could pull him into me, merge us together, match the racing beat of my heart to his.
I feel too vulnerable right now.
Yet his strength over me holds me safe, holds me close.
Holds me deep as we fit together oh so right, and then his mouth soothes mine slowly and deeply.
On the next thrust of his tongue, he’s inside me.
A long, punishing stroke that takes forever to fill me, forcing me to feel every inch until I arch my back and dig my nails into him.
But he won’t let me break this silence.
Not when he drinks every sound from my lips, locking us in this thing like a sacrament, binding us together.
I can’t think.
I can’t breathe.
I don’t know anything but him as his cock plunges deep, and I feel him in my darkest place where everything trembles and the lightest touch makes light explode behind my eyes.
Again and again.
Taking his sweet time, driving me mad.
I want it to stop and never end, everything swirling around me. I’m lost.
Nothing has ever felt as good as August Marshall filling me now, stretching me open, making my thighs clench and every inch of me quake.
Even going slow, he’s no less powerful.
He sweeps me away like a fifty-foot wave, taking me over until I can only hold on for dear life and let myself be pulled under.
I’m drowning in this man.
Sinking.
Into his darkness, his need, and every time he fills me, every time he reaches that place, my entire body convulses with pleasure and this trembling, heart-singing emotion I don’t dare name.
I don’t dare name it, but it feels like it’s not just mine.
It can’t only be mine.
As the shivering ecstasy pitches me higher and higher, racing through me in waves with every thrust that leaves me dripping and clenching, gasping and writhing, raking my nails down his back, I feel him.
He’s in the storm with me.
Kissing me, taking me, shaping my body and emotions in the dark sweet calm between our chaos, letting us taste it like melting chocolate shared between our tongues.
More. More.
I can’t take it.
