Chapter 28 Estella #2
Opening my eyes, I glance up, pushing faster, rubbing his length between my breasts.
My body grows heavy, electric, my senses swimming.
Dizziness coils around the edges of my mind as every nerve pulses with fire.
My clit throbs furiously, dampening my clothes with my own effect, every move of his cock sending jolts straight to my brain.
When the lights snap on again, he tugs at my hair. “Stop,” he growls through gritted teeth.
Pain spreads in bright streaks across my scalp as he hauls me upright. Calloused hands tear at my clothes, stripping me down with precision, leaving even the knife strapped to my thigh behind. My body twitches, gasps spilling past my lips, exposed and raw beneath his hungry gaze.
When he’s satisfied, I lift my head, noticing the sheer size difference. My boots had given me a few centimeters, but now, next to his tall frame, I feel almost microscopic.
He takes his time, drinking me in, and impatience coils in my chest. My hands drift to his shirt, undoing buttons with shaky fingers, chasing the flush of adrenaline that spikes through me with every reveal of his skin.
He lets out a low, dark chuckle, watching me strip him as the rest of his clothes follow, piece by piece.
Finally, when I’m done, I step back, letting my eyes trace every line of him.
I feel like I haven’t explored nearly enough. His chest and arms are taut with corded muscle, thick veins winding beneath his biceps and neck, tiny moles scattered over his skin, and hands so massive they could crush me if he wanted.
Then, just as my gaze lingers, the lights cut out again. I could watch him for hours, day and night, but this room doesn’t allow it. It mocks me, hiding him in flashes and shadows, stoking the fire of want that burns hotter with every second of deprivation.
I move deliberately, my hands sliding over his broad shoulders before tracing down the hard planes of his back. The heat radiating off him presses into me, and I suck in a sharp breath when the tip of his cock nudges against my skin, sending a spike of delicious fear curling through my veins.
We’ve been to this place countless times, yet tonight carries a different weight. Tonight, he’s going to tear the soul from my body and shape it alongside his own, and the thought both terrifies and ignites me.
His fingers find my chin, tilting my face toward his, and a ghost of a kiss brushes my lips. Soft, almost ethereal, yet it burrows deep inside me. I can feel it in my bones, hear it in the silent promises he lays across my mind.
No matter how badly I want to run, I’m rooted to the spot, caught in a storm of sensation and anticipation.
A squeak escapes me as he pulls back, only for his hand to wrap possessively around my throat, holding me against the wall.
The dark swallows us, and I can’t see the curve of his lips, the angle of his hands, or the expressions that pass across his face—but every ghost of movement sparks fireworks, cranking the heat to a fever pitch.
I wouldn’t be shocked if I went fucking blind from the intensity.
His other hand slides beneath my knee, lifting me slightly.
My back drags across the wall, tugging at my hair, sending streaks of sharp pain along my scalp, fueling the inferno coiling in my lower belly.
A thousand tingles bloom across my body, each one lighting a blaze that threatens to consume me entirely.
I take the tiniest control, shifting slightly higher, and wrap my legs around his waist. A husky moan tears from my chest as my wet cunt presses against him, eliciting the same guttural sound from him.
Neon light bathes the room, red streaks flashing across us as I grind, rolling my hips against him, smearing my juices over the heat of his body.
Our eyes lock, and I watch as he loses control—his head thrown back, Adam’s apple bobbing with each groan, lashes casting shadows across his flushed face.
I move slower now, savoring the tension, the way every muscle in him clenches and releases with my touch.
His arms wrap around me, bracing me, bruising my skin with the strength in his hold.
The roughness only spurs me to move faster, grind harder, rub more insistently against the bulge straining beneath him.
His lips magnetize to mine as the lights cut out again, leaving only the heat, the taste, and the press of our bodies.
His beard brushes my chin, tickling, sending ripples of sensation down to my toes as he claims my mouth in a deep, relentless kiss.
Then, with a sudden shift, his grip tightens, and he carries us to the floor, setting me down on it.
My back presses against the cool surface as he hovers over me.
His hands grip my thighs, spreading my legs roughly, and every breath becomes shallow, tight, my chest pressing and straining from the exquisite suffocation of anticipation.
Dante lowers himself over me, the shadows of the room folding around his shoulders as if the darkness knows it belongs to him.
The warmth of his breath grazes my lips, and instinct sends a tremor through my body.
My fingers drag up his chest, searching for something solid to anchor to, something that will keep me from flying apart.
His mouth claims mine before I can think, before I can breathe.
My nails catch against his skin as he deepens the kiss, swallowing the sound that rises inside my throat.
Every inch of him crowds into my space, pushing me further into the cool floor, pinning me with a devotion so fierce it borders on violence.
I tense when he shifts closer, my body bracing on instinct. But his voice finds me through the haze. “Relax,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Let me in.”
His hands slide up my legs, a touch that contrasts sharply with the intensity radiating from him. I feel myself unraveling beneath his palms, my breath hitching, my heart thudding hard enough to bruise. The world narrows to the impossible closeness that steals the remaining air from my lungs.
He begins to push in, and pain flashes through me first. A sharp, startling wave that sends stars bursting behind my eyelids.
My back scrapes against the floor, my fingers digging into his shoulders as a cry tears free.
He holds me through it steadily, his lips brushing a careful kiss to my neck as if he can soothe the ache he’s causing.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, his voice rough with restraint. “There you go… that’s it.”
The pain bends, reshapes itself, melts into something deeper, something that coils low in my stomach and tightens with every breath I take. My body learns him slowly, inch by inch, until the tension begins to ease and the tremor in my thighs becomes something else entirely.
His palms slam down beside my head as he braces himself, and then he begins to move.
The world tilts as a shockwave rips through me, stealing every coherent thought.
One, then another, as the lights seem to flicker in time with the rhythm he sets, each movement sending heat rolling through my limbs in blinding waves.
My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out—just broken breaths, just desperate air.
“Take it,” he growls, the words trembling with the force of what he feels. “Take all of it.”
My fingers claw at his back, my vision blurring as the pressure in my core tightens to an indescribable level. His hand finds my hair, fisting it as if he needs the anchor as badly as I do.
“Mine,” he bites out, each word shaking through me. I will never get tired of hearing him say this. “Mine to worship. Mine to break. Mine to love.”
Something fractures inside me at the last word—at the claim, at the violence simmering beneath it. He says it so effortlessly that I can’t tell if it’s even real.
The pleasure strikes with brutal force as my back arches, a scream ripping from somewhere deep as the world dissolves into white-hot sensation.
I cling to him, arms wrapping around his neck, desperate to hold onto something solid while everything else shatters, while he begins to pound me against the floor.
Through the blur, I see the veins tracing along his arms, his throat, his shoulders, and fuck, I’m grateful he’s holding me down, because I’m not sure my body would survive this without his hold.
My vision tunnels into darkness, the pleasure so fierce and consuming that it tears through me like a storm, shredding to pieces whatever is left of my body, including my goddamn heart.
The euphoria detonates inside me, raw and blinding, and a scream rips out of my chest so violently that my throat turns ragged from the force of it.
Dante breaks right with me as he cries out my name, each repetition a raw, desperate litany. He shudders, pumping into me relentlessly, filling me so deeply I feel it coming up my throat.
That felt like a goddamn journey straight to hell, and nothing has ever felt better.
Breathless and trembling, we lie on the floor, holding onto each other as the aftershocks wrack our bodies. He tightens his arms around me, a lifeline I can’t let go of.
He allows the fall to begin, then hurls himself after me, intercepting my body in the middle like he was always meant to break the impact.
And in the split-second glow of each flash, our future reveals itself, bright and stubborn, shining through the shattered pieces.