Chapter Twenty-Five Larissa #3
The two handfuls of freezing earth I toss at him spill back onto my chest and neck as I’m thrust on my back, again beneath him.
Breath knocked out of me, I claw the back of his head as he feeds on the breast he’s already seized with his teeth.
Sucking furiously on my nipple, I’m unable to stop the pleasured moan that leaves me as he ravages the skin while palming my other breast. Molding it in his hand, he pinches my nipple, eliciting another cry before flattening his rough palm on my stomach and lowering it between my thighs.
Unbearable arousal and fury war within me as he drives his fingertips through my soaked pussy before he roughly starts fucking me with them. Back arching due to the friction and the stretch, he bends and begins a rotation of biting and lapping at my naked skin.
I claw and slap with weak resistance as he works his ravenous mouth from my breasts and lowers, licking down my stomach before suckling the birthmark at my hip, fingers never stopping.
It’s the hiss of his zipper cutting through the air that has our eyes bolting together.
He watches my reaction to the sound closely, and I consider that my only warning before the head of his cock is pressed against my entrance.
He all but growls when I lift and thrust my hips forward to get what I can of him inside me.
Without hesitation and a fistful of my hair, he drives into me in one claiming thrust. The connection felt as we groan our relief into one another’s mouths …
and then we’re writhing in the dirt, both fighting for dominance as we start to fuck like animals.
Mouths latched, they begin to mold as he furiously thrusts into me.
Our hedonistic noises filling the campground, along with the sound of slapping skin.
When he finally pins me beneath him, he palms both thighs open and begins pounding into me, looking like a man utterly on fire. More so possessed as he presses impossibly deeper with every drive of his hips.
Past pleasure, into pain, and back again, it quickly morphs into a blissful mix of both as my cries echo through the camp.
Expression stone, his eyes drill into me as he owns my body.
His bulging arms and tight grip keep me anchored as he furiously fucks me.
Back arched, my aching core starts to throb, and as if sensing it, he shifts, grinding the ridge of his cock against my pounding clit while he pistons his hips.
Every inch of him stretching, claiming, consuming until I’m forced to acknowledge this ownership.
“Fuck you,” I growl against his parted lips as his eyes penetrate, stealing every fast breath I gain as he fucks it out of me.
His grunts start to alter, as does his expression, as if with every blink he’s feeling something different.
In his face, I see lust—the same lust I’ve been glimpsing since we met.
Pain, so much pain, as well as anger, which is never far out of reach.
Confusion too, which quickly transforms into desperation until it all washes away, molding into something unmistakable in the face of the man staring back at me—haunted.
Utterly haunted.
Unable to help myself at the sight of it, I palm his jaw as he blinks, his expression that of an utterly broken and scarred soul.
Rough earth digging into my back, I ignore my pain as I buck against his punishment while greedily feeding on everything he’s revealing.
Taking every thrust, every ounce of his pain and anger, every emotion pouring through his every movement as my darkness welcomes his.
All at once, I begin to match him step for step in the most intrinsic dance of my life.
Sinister freedom rings through me, as does the need to get closer.
To delve deeper. Euphoria approaches as I dwell with him in there, and into everything unspoken.
A dire want for more, to go further, has me ripping at his shirt, his skin.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
As if reading my mind, needing the same, he lifts me into his lap.
Erasing the small space between our chests, he latches my arm around his neck to bind us.
Stopping his thrusts briefly, he holds my gaze as he lowers his jeans further down his thighs.
Inhaling his scent deeply, I bite into his neck, licking along his pounding pulse point, before lapping the vibration of his Adam’s apple.
Able to hear the accompanying sound for the first time, I dwell in the satisfaction of the pleasure I know he’s feeling.
Sensing my satisfaction, he grips my hair, and my eyes tear up with the pain as he unlatches me before peering deeply into my eyes.
Keeping the contact, he lowers, capturing my nipple as he suckles feverishly.
Grinding against his cock, I arch to offer more as he pierces the skin before soothing it briefly with his lips and tongue.
Entranced, I watch him feed, his ridiculously long lashes fluttering as he does.
Though the whole of this exchange takes mere seconds, I keep vigilant watch, soaking in all that I can as his sculpted features flit between pain and ecstasy, while somehow remaining unforgiving.
In likeness, he’s the same man I collided with …
while vastly different in presence. When he flicks his metal back up, arresting me with the truth of it, he’s never looked more beautiful.
Keeping me locked in his turbulent return stare, he grips my hips and lines us up.
The stretch delicious against the ache as I slowly sink onto his ridiculous girth, clawing his scalp.
At the feel of it, of us, he thrusts up, impaling me.
Unbelievably full, stretched past my limit, I become consumed by lust and frantically begin pumping my legs and hips. Every drive of his is just as desperate as he uses my fisted hair to angle my head for his bite. One he delivers without mercy, this time not to soothe, but to claim.
And it’s exactly what I feel in his kiss, his touch, and the look in his eyes—savage possession. Though wordless, I can feel and hear the repetition in every stroke, every kiss, and every bite—mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Too far gone, I grind myself against him, catching the slight slackening of his jaw as we both go utterly feral.
Unleashed, our sounds turn even more primal as we fuck one another like we’re on the brink of the apocalypse.
Inside it, I feel the world I know ending as he rips my eyes open to sensations I’ve never experienced.
With its arrival, my lower half begins to coil, pussy clenching with every stroke until I’m screaming out in release.
Croaking his name as an all-consuming rush overtakes me.
I seize in his arms as the pleasure undoes me, detonating me into a thousand pieces, my eyes slamming shut with the onslaught.
At the loss of connection, he grips my hair, commanding them to open, consuming the look of me, my noises, my fucking everything as he thrusts up and holds it, me, midair.
Gripping my hip, he grinds me back and forth along his massive cock to wring the rest of my pleasure out.
He propels me into another euphoric wave, and as I crack against his open lips a second time, he groans in welcome, as if it’s his own pleasure.
Just as I start to come down, I’m turned away from him, positioned on all fours.
With a fresh fistful of hair, he lines himself up and drives mercilessly into me.
At the richer connection, we temporarily crumble, our cries multiplying as I come again.
The high, granted, is slightly less intense, but no less powerful.
The evidence is in his answering grunt just before I begin to push back into him.
It’s the ferocity and the quick return of his hips that let me know he’s on his knees, propped by the heels of his boots. Sensing it, I start to push my hips into him just as he rears back from each thrust. The feel of our synchronicity impossibly more surreal.
“Fuck, Jesus … fuuuuck!” he roars as I continue to buck against him, fucking him just as thoroughly as he’s fucking me.
Sliding his arm around my upper body, he lifts and crushes me to his chest while keeping his maddening pace.
Palming my breast, he pinches my nipple painfully as I snake my arm around his neck, pulling him closer, his heaving chest to my back.
“Harder,” I demand, turning my head and biting into his full bottom lip just as he goes for my mouth. Every single move we make seemingly done a thousand times before, while every thrust feels like it’s the very first.
My magnified heartbeat stutters and damn near stops altogether as I watch him, feeling as though we’re underwater. Every bit of hostile space erased between us as I see him recognize me, truly see me, for the first time, as I feel a distinct rattle start within him.
Our bodies move seamlessly as my chest tightens from the most powerful connection I’ve ever felt. No longer locked out, but somehow with him in a way I never thought possible. Holding on to the feeling with everything I have, that I am, as my heartbeat grows louder in my ears.
Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.
The world encompassing us disappears as I lose myself in our mixed abyss, dissolving inside it with him. Within a stuttered breath, his full warmth engulfs me. Leaning into it, I fuse all that resides in me into those heartbeats, to this place, calling his name inside it once more.
At the sound of it, Tyler jerks his head away, breaking our connection and staring back at me as though I’ve struck him. My fast breaths cloud between the small space of our parted lips as I continue to move while he briefly stills.