Page 51 of Dead Serious Case 5 Madame Vivienne

“Danny, please.” I arch up into him as he sucks the sensitive curve where my shoulder meets my neck.

He knows what I want without me having to ask.

Reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing the bottle of lube, he then slicks his fingers and presses his hand between my spread thighs to my entrance before sliding two fingers in. It’s the slight burn I like sometimes, and tonight we’re both too impatient to draw out the foreplay. We need the connection.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him desperately as he stretches me open. My neglected cock throbs but I ignore it. All I can think about is the fullness of his cock buried inside me.

“Now,” I pant against his kiss-swollen lips. “Now.”

I feel the thick head of his dick notch against my hole and then the pressure as he pushes inside. Breathing out slowly, I will my body to relax and groan deeply when he sinks into me. There’s still a small bite of discomfort, but I know it won’t last.

My legs wrap around his hips and I reach for his arse, cupping his cheeks to pull him further into me and encourage him to move.

“Tris,” he moans into my neck as he presses his face into my hot skin.

He pulls back and then thrusts into me, and I can’t help the sigh of pure satisfaction that escapes my mouth.

“Yes.” My eyes roll back and he slips his hands underneath me, sliding down and cupping my buttocks so he can cant my hips to an angle that allows him to drive deeper into me with each powerful thrust.

My whole body shakes with the intensity as his thick cock fills me over and over again, dragging over the perfect spot and making my head spin in the darkness.

“Harder,” I gasp. “I want you so deep inside me I can’t tell where you end and I begin.”

He groans and pushes so deep that I make an animalistic keening sound.

“Yes,” I cry out, and it seems to set something loose in both of us. From that moment on, it’s just wild, frantic fucking. Deeper,harder, faster. I’m gasping so hard I’m almost hyperventilating. But it feels so fucking perfect.

His abs drag against my sensitive cock and my orgasm hits with no warning. The slick heat of my cum sprays across his stomach, and I tighten around his cock almost painfully.

His cock pulses inside me and he cries out and pushes deep one last time, coming so hard that his body shakes.

Fuck. Me.

That was wild. My heart’s still hammering against my ribs.

My head spins slightly, and I love the weight of him as he presses me into the mattress. My legs fall to the sides like limp noodles and I end up spread-eagled beneath him. Feeling utterly replete, I close my eyes and hum in satisfaction. My fingers toy with the hair at his nape and trace lazy patterns up and down the back of his neck.

He brushes soft, slow kisses to my neck, and then, before I can utter a protest at having to move, he rolls onto his back, taking me with him.

One of my legs is hooked over his and I’m splayed across his chest, my cheek nestled against the fine dusting of dark blonde hair. I bury my nose against his hot skin and breathe deeply.

We’re a mess, covered in cum and sweat, but I don’t care. I’m too satisfied to move, even to forage for food. We lie there in the darkness for I don’t know how long, drawing lazy circles against each other’s skin with affectionate fingertips.

“Are you okay?” I finally ask Danny. “Really?”

He’s silent for a moment longer. “No,” he finally replies. “I don’t think I am.”

Frowning, I prop myself up on my elbow so I can look down at him. Although my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, I can really only see the shadows of his face. I’m not really certain where my glasses ended up.

“Talk to me, love.” I feel for his face since I can’t really see him.

“All I ever wanted was to be a police officer, a detective. I wanted to help people and liked solving mysteries.” He sighs. “It was bad enough that I ended up having to leave the West Yorkshire police, but I couldn’t believe my luck when there was an opening at Scotland Yard. But this is turning out to be nothing like I thought. I don’t regret it—I never would’ve met Maddy, and if I hadn’t come to London for the job, if I’d gone to Manchester or Birmingham, I’d never have met you.”

“But?”

“But…” He trails off, deep in thought. “Maybe it’s not the job that’s changed, maybe it’s me. Maybe I’ve changed too much and now I can’t go back to the way things were. All the things I’ve seen and experienced over this past year, Tris...”

“I know,” I mutter.