Came Back Haunted (Experiment in Terror #10) - Karina Halle Page 0,47
up and over my head so they’re above me on the carpet. He links his fingers through my fingers, holding my hands down as he pulls out and then pushes back in, harder, deeper, filling every part of me.
I can’t even think right now—my brain turns off, and I’m so far gone inside this moment that this moment is all I can see.
“Does this feel good?” he asks me, voice breaking as he thrusts again, his mouth going to my neck. “Tell me this feels good. I just want to make you feel good.”
“Yes,” I gasp, his hips moving faster now as they rut against my hips, pure energy being driven inside me. I squeeze his hands tightly, holding on, watching the muscles in his shoulders flex and strain as his body turns into a relentless machine, fucking me hard.
So hard.
And it feels too good.
But I want more. More of his weight on me, more of his cock inside me. I squeeze around him wildly, my boots going over the clenched muscles of his ass, pressing him in deeper.
“Jesus,” he swears before biting my neck hard. “You’re trying to kill me.”
I let a breathless little moan, words escaping me now as he starts driving into me at a rough, frantic pace, his thrusts turning brutal and punishing. My back starts rubbing against the carpet, burning my skin.
Dex straightens up, taking his hands out of mine, his motions fast and unrestrained as he presses a palm over my throat for a moment, until I’m gasping for breath, then slides his hand into my hair, tangling in the strands before making a tight fist.
I’m mesmerized as I stare at him, the mass of his body over mine, the urgent, wild way he fucks me, like he’s nailing me to the floor, my breasts jostling with each tight, unrestrained thrust. Then my gaze meets his, and I see all the awe and lust and emotion that keeps flashing through his dark eyes. He’s staring at me with so much intensity I feel stripped and raw and acutely vulnerable.
My eyes flutter closed, but he yanks back at my hair until they’re open again.
“Look at me, look at me, look at me,” he murmurs, breath catching, eyes wild.
I stare up at him, feeling the connection between us electrify, burning like the sun, our souls on fire.
“I want to give you everything, Perry,” he whispers to me, pinning me in place with his gaze. “I want to give you a baby, give you every piece of me, give you the whole fucking world.”
This only gets deeper for us, his thought sinks into my head. Are you ready to go deeper?
I open my mouth to say something, yes, always yes, but I’m gasping again as his fingers make their way down, sliding over my clit. I’m so fucking wet that there’s barely any friction, but it’s enough.
He lets out a low hiss, his fingers rubbing me expertly, and then everything happens so fast. I squeeze around him as if that will stop me from going over the edge.
Going deeper.
His fist tightens in my hair, causing pain to shoot through my body, my spine rubbed raw from the carpet, but that pain melts into the most overwhelming sense of relief, seconds before I come.
And, fuck, here I go.
I come so fucking hard it’s like I short-circuit my brain, my whole body quaking beneath his, uninhibited and shredded to pieces of pure chaos.
I’m screaming, yelling, shouting, and I can’t stop, it doesn’t end. The sounds just keep coming and coming.
I can’t think. I have no thoughts.
I’m not even sure I exist anymore. I’m outside my body, outside time itself.
It’s all purple here and soft and shimmering. I’m vaguely aware that Dex is still pinning me to the floor, thrusting harder, faster, until he’s shouting too, the sound filling the room, his body tight and strained as he comes inside me.
I close my eyes, letting myself get swept away to this other place. He’s there with me too, his pumping slowing, his fingers tangled in my hair, his sweat dripping onto my chest. I feel it all, feel everything.
And at the same time I feel nothing at all.
I just am.
And I’m with him.
The two of us existing beyond time.
Slowly, very slowly, the world stops spinning and I drift down through the purple waves, watching the shimmering stars disappear until I’m back on the floor of our hotel room.
“Perry,” Dex whispers, voice shaking. A warm hand goes to my cheek.