Page 100 of Death

I close my eyes, my body trembling from the effort it’s taking to keep still.

“Please, Santiago,” she begs.

She fucking begs.

Opening my eyes, I growl, “You’re seriously killing me right now.”

“I think it will be best if you just go fast. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.”

Ciara wraps her legs around me, then lifts her ass, and I’m stripped of any semblance of self-control I have left. I thrust hard, forcing my cock deep inside her. The pleasure is instant and so fucking intoxicating, my body shudders while a groan rumbles from my chest.

Pure fucking perfection.

Ciara presses her face into my neck, her breaths bursting over my skin.

“Are you okay,mi amor?”

She nods, but keeps her face hidden against my neck. I pull back, and when I see the unshed tears in her eyes, I start to pull out.

“No!” She quickly shakes her head, locking her legs as tight as she can around me, and it has me freezing again. “I can handle the pain. Don’t stop. Please.”

As I look into her shimmering eyes, her innocent light shines so brightly, it chases the darkness that first took hold of me when my family was massacred and thereafter accumulated with every kill.

Ciara brings her hands to my jaw and peppers kisses to my mouth. “Please. I want this so much, I’ll die if you stop.”

I slowly push the last inch inside her, and my cock feels fucking oversensitive already. I watch her face closely as I pull out before sinking back inside her.

Holy fuck, nothing has ever felt as good as her tight walls gripping me. I’m so consumed with her, nothing else matters.

My hips begin to move, and I fill her with slow thrusts until her eyes dilate and she lifts her hips again.

Her skin against mine, the heat from her body, the tight feel of her wrapped around my cock, it all becomes too much, and I slam into her.

A fucking moan escapes her, and it has me pulling my arm free from beneath her and gripping her hair, my other hand grabbing her hip. With a tight hold on Ciara, I begin to hammer into her, and it feels like I’ve arrived at the gates of heaven.

Mine. She’s all fucking mine.

The sound of our skin slapping and our rushed breaths fills the room, and it only makes me take her harder.

Ciara’s body strains beneath mine, her hips swiveling, then moans and whimpers begin to spill from her. I crush my mouth to hers, drinking in every sound she makes as I brand her with my cock.

She starts to sob into my mouth, and I feel her pussy gripping my cock like a fucking vise.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my body jerking from the blast of pleasure she sends through me. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Her hands slide to my shoulders, and her head tilts back as she lets out a hoarse cry that I feel in my fucking soul.

I hold her even tighter, unable to be careful of hurting her as I lose my fucking mind, burying my cock with brutal thrusts inside her.

With the sight of Ciara orgasming, I fuck her senseless, then my orgasm rips the air from my lungs and it strips me of all my strength.

“Christ,” I groan as my body forces hers into the bed. I somehow manage to wrap my arms around her as every muscle in my body tenses, the pleasure stripping me bare.

I keep filling her until the last drop is drained from me. When my body finally stills against hers, the sound of us gasping for air is all I hear.

Well, that and my heart thundering in my chest.

I can’t move for a few minutes, but the moment I have enough strength, I lift my head and say, “Jesus, that was intense.” When I look at her face and see the tears rolling over her temples, I ask, “Are you okay?”