Came Back Haunted (Experiment in Terror #10) - Karina Halle Page 0,10
nails digging into his back while I go off like a motherfucking bomb. The air is ripped from my lungs and I can’t even stand up anymore. I’m a quaking mess of cells, my limbs turned to jelly. Somehow he manages to keep me upright, his hand still working at me, extending my orgasm again and again and again until the room begins to spin.
“God, I fucking love to watch you come,” he murmurs, and I try to focus on his face, the look of pure lust that’s borderline destructive.
Then he pulls his hand away, and as he holds me in place by my neck, runs his tongue along his fingers, savoring the taste of me while never breaking eye contact.
I don’t have time to react before he suddenly guides me by my neck over to the bed and shoves me down on it, face first. I’m so disoriented from my orgasm that I’m completely helpless and at his mercy. Not that I’m complaining.
His fingers grip the waist of my jeans and underwear, and he starts to yank them down over my body, the fabric still wet as he pulls them off me. He works fast, urgent in his need for me, and I prop myself up on my elbows, glancing at him over my shoulder.
He’s pulling his t-shirt off over his head, tossing it behind him. I take a moment to drink him in, to be slapped in the face with how lucky I am. He’s in such fucking good shape, nothing but lean, hard muscle and smooth tanned skin. The words And With Madness Come the Light are taut across his chest, a constant tie to who he was and who he is.
His eyes catch mine and they shimmer with intensity, his full lips quirking up with a hint of devious smile. He swiftly unzips his jeans, stepping out of them and his boxer briefs. He’s hard as anything, and for whatever reason, his cock is extra intimidating today.
He reaches forward and grabs my hips, yanking me back to the edge of the bed. Hard fingers press into the tender flesh of my ass as he spreads my cheeks wide, his head dipping down.
My god.
A low, throaty groan escapes my lips as he starts licking me over every sensitive part. I swear I’m still throbbing when his tongue pushes inside me, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“You want more, baby?” he whispers harshly, pausing before he runs his tongue allllll the way up between my ass cheeks.
Fucking hell.
“God, yes,” I eke out, my heart hammering in my temples, my lungs constricting as my breath shortens, never having had a chance to recover.
Dex is nothing if not relentless.
In every sense of the word.
He makes quick work of me, licking me out like he’s at a fucking buffet, his appetite insatiable. His tongue is beyond skilled, wide, wet, and hard, and he plays with me as he devours me, making sure I enjoy every fucking second while letting me know how much he’s enjoying it.
It’s not long until I’m coming again, my body practically rising off the mattress. I’m still shaking, pulsing, when he thrusts his cock inside me, driving in deep.
“Fuck!” I scream, my fingers gripping the bed covers, curling around them like a vise as the air is pushed from my lungs. Even though I’m wet as sin and technically still coming, he feels larger than ever, like he’s sinking into every forgotten place inside me.
“Jesus, baby,” he says through a moan as he slowly pulls out and then pushes in again, the grip on my hips deepening. “You’re so fucking tight right now, so fucking tight. I think I’m going to lose my goddamn mind inside you.”
I can only make an incoherent noise. He thrusts back in and then I’m gasping, expanding around him while gripping him at the same time. I try to spread my legs wider to let him in, but he places his palms at my thighs, pushing them together, making me squeeze him tighter.
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs, his voice shaking from the strain. Even his fingers at my hips are starting to tremble as he pushes in and out, pumping as deep into me as he can go.
It feels like he’s reaching me in ways he never has before, like he’s fusing himself to me, branding me, making his mark from the inside out. I can’t say I mind. I can’t say much except that I love this man with my