Chapter 94
Elijah Vaughn.
“Dante!” I gasped, grabbing the sheets, unable to contain the pleasure that grew with every second.
He grunted, his hot breath against my skin, sliding one hand down the side of my body, holding my hip to keep me in place as he quickened his movements.
So tight… so perfect for me, Elijah.
Every word spoken between thrusts made my mind spin. I couldn’t think of anything but him, the heat, and the overwhelming pleasure that consumed me entirely.
His lips captured mine in a voracious, demanding kiss. Our breath mingled, muffled moans in the hungry meeting of our mouths.
My tongue invaded his mouth, desperate for more of him. I nibbled his lower lip, tasting the metallic flavor of possession.
He moaned against my lips, a deep, hoarse sound, as his thrusts became even more brutal. My moans increased, the feeling of being filled so deeply, so violently, pushing me to an unbearable limit.
“Dante… Love… Just like that!”
I bit his lips, my voice faltering between moans that grew more and more desperate.
I held his face, my fingers sliding across his warm skin before digging my nails in, searching for something to hold on to as my body was consumed by pleasure.
The heat inside me expanded like an explosion, coursing through every inch of my being, making rational thought impossible.
The climax came like a destructive wave, tearing a broken cry from my throat. My back arched with force, my vision blurring as my body shook in overwhelming ecstasy. –
The pleasure tore me apart inside, so strong that for a moment I even forgot how to breathe.
My pleasure gushed hot between us, staining my belly, my legs shaking involuntarily.
He swallowed my moans in a kiss, deepening it, as if he wanted to absorb every fragment of my pleasure. His hips continued to thrust, but a hoarse, deep moan escaped him when my insides squeezed his cock tightly, uncontrollably, amid the waves of my orgasm.
He lost his rhythm for a second, grunting against my mouth, and then gave in.
He threw his head back, his neck muscles tense, his hands squeezing my thighs hard enough to leave marks. His whole body shook as he sank completely inside me one last time, spilling his hot, thick cum, filling me completely.
Slowly, he caught his breath, breathing heavily against my skin. His body relaxed on top of mine, but he remained inside me, his arms wrapped around me as if he didn’t want to let go.
And, to be honest, neither did I.
The silence that followed was filled only by our panting breaths. The heat between our mingled bodies, the smell of sweat and sex in the air.
He slid one hand across my face, brushing away a strand of hair stuck to my skin. His touch was now gentle, almost reverent, a stark contrast to the brutality of before.
“You’re a sin, Elijah… a delicious sin.” His voice came out hoarse, thick, and laden with something too intense to describe.
I smiled lazily, still immersed in the fog of pleasure, feeling the heat of his body against mine. I slid my fingers down his back, enjoying the firmness of his muscles under my skin.
“And you’re a fucking hot man, Danté.” My voice came out low and provocative. “My hot man.‘
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The intensity in his eyes increased, his hands tightened around my waist, and his lips parted, breathing heavily.
I leaned in, brushing my mouth against his.
“Tm all yours… just as youre all mine.”
He smiled, that predatory, possessive smile that always gave me goosebumps.
“Always, bunny, Always yours.”
He slowly withdrew from inside me, the movement eliciting a small sigh from me. My body was still too sensitive, every muscle relaxed, sated.
He lay down beside me and, without hesitation, pulled me against his chest, as if he wanted to keep me there. I put my arm around his waist, nestling my face in his neck, feeling his warm breath against my skin.
“How’s your body?” he asked after a few seconds, his voice still laden with concern.
I sighed, absorbing his warmth, my fingers tracing lazy circles on his back.
“I’m fine.”
He gently held my chin, making me look at him. His dark eyes analyzed me, as if trying to find any sign of discomfort.
“Are you really okay?” His voice was low, full of concern.
“I’m great. It was very enjoyable. If I weren’t so tired, I swear I’d keep going.”
was laugh.
He let out a hoarse laugh, shaking his head.
“You’re hopeless, bunny.”
I smiled, pleased with his reaction, and leaned down, leaving a slow kiss on his neck.
The warmth of his body was comfortable and enveloping, and the weight of exhaustion began to pull my eyelids down.
“Good night, love…” I rubbed my face against his skin, my voice already thick with sleep.
He pulled me closer, his arms firmly around me.
And so, without any resistance, I fell asleep.
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