But of course, he would do that. As long as I’m dull and naive, then I won’t stray far from the manor, right?
It’s a trick Marr would pull on us.
Make us useful. Make us weak. Then, go for the kill.
Physical death is as much his style as any. But metaphorical?Psychologicaldeath? That’s something else.
And as much as I want it to take over me, to inspire my movements, there’s another part of me that’s absolutely dying to keep going.
Don’t stop.
Don’t let it end.
Just like a few days ago, it’s a pull unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Only dreams could do things like this to me.
Is he a dream?I wonder while his lips dance south. He shimmies under my tunic, warmth spreading to my hardened nipple. He sucks the nub into his mouth. I release a soft cry, letting it chase away whatever questions I might have left in my mind.
What good are those questions when feelings have done so much more for me than logical answers?
His hands pry my thighs apart. He slips under my panties, expending heat wherever he lands. Scalding lust makes my fantasies look like girlish daydreams.
This? It’s far more intense. It’s infectious. It’s unending.
“More,” I whimper. “Give memore.”
Clothing rustles. A buckle comes undone. My panties slide out of place.
Hard, hot, and throbbing parts my slit, trailing through the mess I’ve made—thathe’scaused—sending torrid waves throughout my body. I’m desperately clawing his back while he eases into me.So thick...solong...
Pressure. A pinch. And then, much like the surrender of fabric to nimble fingers, I give in.
His feelings echo through me. I sense every layer of his thoughts from the moment of hesitation to the very nature of him muttering, “Fuck it.”
Has he ever cursed in front of me?
God, it doesn’t really matter. My hips have taken over. His hips are doing the same. We’re gyrating to a secret beat, something that urges us to perpetually join and part.
I’m totally lost to it.
Flush heat roams my body. He cups my breasts, leaning back just enough to look down at me. When he strokes my nipples with his thumbs, I explode.
Every seam comes undone. Every part of me breaks. The valves burst, releasing years of pent-up darkness, flooding the room with the sound of it, that piercing wail that doesn’t even register as me. It shatters every sound barrier and sends me spinning, causing me to clamp around his cock.
And I think that’s what makes him come.
Long smacks turn into short thrusts as he bows over me.
“Darius, yes. Harder. Darius,yes.”
He steals my lips with a kiss that burns, signaling the primal side of me to keep thrusting. I can’t stop riding him. I can’t get enough. He’s hardly done when I start coming again.
This one is silenced by his kiss. It rumbles through me instead, crushing my chest and stiffening my muscles, locking me beneath him. I’m gasping for air by the time he drifts back. I’m staring at him with a mixture of hatred and lust. How can something people build up for years end in a matter of minutes like that?
His cock twitches. God, he’s still inside me—every thick inch of him. And he’s stillhard. My channel aches from the pressure when he starts to pull out. I lock my legs around his waist, shaking my head, practically shivering from the tension the movement causes. “Don’t pull out yet, please.”
“Easy, Amber. Relax.”
I shudder around his girth. “I can’t believe I took all that. I just can’t. I just—”