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CIRCE

E ro’s kiss hits me like a fucking sledgehammer to the face.

We’re both blazing hot, gasping, our bodies flushed with a rush of adrenaline and blood. Beyond that, my entire soul is ablaze.

“Circe…” he rumbles my name.

His touch makes me vibrate, his voice reverberating through me. And goddess, those lips. Every kiss destroys my mind.

To see him in the light makes it so much more intense. This is so unlike the other night, in secret, in the dark. I could hide my intentions. I could lose myself in him for a short time and pretend that it wasn’t real.

Like it was some sort of dream or a fantasy.

Reality is so much better.

Rough, desperate, demanding. I love it.

My body aches for him as much as it aches from fighting off our target earlier that night, from the intense training of the past week. Every time he slams me into the wall, knocks over a table or a chair, it hurts again. So. Fucking. Good.

I welcome each jerk and shove, dealing as much as I get. Soon, both of us are flushed with exertion, our skin scraped with fingernail marks. Definitely going to bruise.

Ero tightens his grip again and I moan into his mouth, biting his lip.

The way he moves does me in. That grace, carefully restrained power, all indicative of the silent killer that he is. He prowls the deepest, darkest corners of my heart, awakening the beast within me. A howl of delight erupts from my mouth as he snaps his belt open.

My shirt’s done for, my bra too. My pants flew off somewhere in the living room, after my boots smashed into the kitchen, destroying the dishes drying on the counter.

His boots followed, hanging from the light fixture, the other lodged in the bookshelf by the TV.

My fingers catch the edge of the table, then the counter in the kitchen as we barrel through the house.

I scramble for purchase, to brace myself so that he can continue to devour my skin, grinding his hips and that knee-wobbling masterpiece of a cock into my center, only his black boxer briefs and my already drenched, lacey thong between us.

So glad I wore these…

Not that I had any idea.

Slamming me back onto the table, Ero eases me backward.

My arms stretch all the way over my head, locking onto the top edge of the wood as he straightens my legs directly up and opening them slowly, all the way into a split as he leans over me.

A huff of surprise and excitement escape his beautiful mouth, his eyes widening at how flexible I am.

“Oh, that’s?—”

“What?” I taunt.

“ Perfect ,” he grunts into my ear, sending tiny shockwaves of chills down my back.

All in contrast to the heat of him covering me, feeding into my desire.

Ero drags his chest down my front, worshiping every curve of my figure.

He traces the lines and shading, his hands never remaining in any one place for long.

His eyes and mouth trace swirls along my breasts and sides like he’s taking in every sensation, cataloging every inch of my body.

Soft, feathery, black hair teases down the back of his neck, and I twine my fingers into that unkempt mess. How can anyone look so fucking delicious all the time?

The muscles in his shoulders ripple under faint scars and smoother skin, paler than mine. He’s immaculate in his violent artistry, a tapestry of his prowess.

“Seeing you…” I gasp.

“I know…you too,” he pants, burrowing his nose and lips into my hairline, the base of my neck. “You’re?—”

“Yes—”

“So—”

“Say it,” I beg, I command.

“ Painful ,” he whispers, sheer agony and longing in his voice. As he says it, he grinds into me again, sending currents of electric fire into my core, his rigid cock pressing firmly against my apex.

Reaching down, I find his powerful girth, gripping him urgently, my fingernails scraping against his back, my other hand frantically fumbling at the strap of my thong.

No more waiting. He’s right. This is misery .

“Circe…I…” he shakes his head, kissing me again, his boxers slipping to the floor, pale green lace vanishes down my thighs, lost across the room.

“I know. It’s unbearable.”

“It hurts ?—”

“Tell me.”

“—how beautiful you are,” he finally forces out, his fingers lace through my hair, clutching the back of my head, his forehead pressed to mine.

Sweet Aphrodite …

I’m so screwed.

I want to tell him how much I hate how gorgeous he is. How it makes my every fiber scream to be touched by him. The contrast kills me. Rips me apart.

He makes me so fucking mad. His face brings back lancing shocks of our awful past. But he makes me live . He makes me…

Anything I could say is lost in his ardent kiss, blasting every thought from my mind. Or maybe it’s the fact and the sensation of his staggering girth, right there, at my entrance. Teasing, holding back.

I cry out, into his lips. A frustrated, anguished sound.

It transforms into pure abandon and utter delight when he enters me, gliding into my embrace with a meaningful, controlled thrust.

Everything goes white behind my eyes.

Like fire.

Like a nuclear blast set off through the wasteland of my body and mind.

All I feel is him. His skin, my skin, just him . Everywhere. Inside me, around me. My walls hug him tightly, so tightly, so sweetly it almost hurts.

I adjust and he settles within me, arching his back and hips to ease farther into me. Until he’s fully sheathed, fully immersed in my sanctuary.

My heels drag down his back, my feet hooking together around his waist. I may never let him go.

Ero flexes once, barely moving, but gyrating his torso. The movement is better than anything I could imagine. Like he’s fucking me and keeping me completely filled at the same time.

But I need him to really fuck me.

Fast, slow. I don’t care. I need to know it all. As hard and as deep as he’ll give it to me.

“Ero,” I gasp as he lowers his mouth to suck the entire tip of my breast, lavishing my sensitive nipples with teeth and tongue. “Right there…suck harder.”

“Mm?” he grunts, fading into a satisfied growl.

“Promise me …”

“Anything …”

“That you’ll never hold back.”

His eyes alight, blazing with liquid black fire.

To accentuate my request, I push forward, shoving him back with my entire body. We’re locked together as he backpedals, lifting me up and entwining his arms around my back, spinning to pin me to the refrigerator.

Those vise grip fingers shift to my ass, spreading me, supporting me as he pounds into me once, twice. It forces out an unbridled shout as he does, my lips peeling back in a wild grin.

“Yes!”

“You’re so …”

“Soaked. For you.”

“I’m going to make you?—”

“You’d better .”

“Wanna bend you over, fold you in half…”

“Whatever you want…as long as it’s hard as you can,” I moan through the bombarding swells of pleasure building in my center.

I slam my arms back, propelling us away from the wall and he stumbles back, crashing through the doors to the study. His ass hits the desk right before I let go, drawing my knees to his shoulders, his arms hooking under my thighs.

Using the desk as leverage, his fingers lock behind my back, positioning me just right, folded in half. Totally helpless and suspended as he stands back up. His stance spreads, planting his feet as he bounces me once, finding his pace, giving me a warning of what he’s about to do.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream. Excitement. A little nervousness. Right as he draws back his hips.

My cheeks slap against his lap, my toes curling, my ass and legs flexing in utter ecstasy. All I can do is lace my fingers behind his neck and hold on for dear life.

Ero barrels into me over and over, hammering my mind into jelly, my core aching with hunger every time he slides out, singing with absolute rapture each time he slams himself home with a satisfying clap of our skin.

My silken disaster makes each concussive thrust so smooth and makes the sound of our impact even more lust inducing.

I’m screaming, I’m laughing, I’m fucking losing my mind.

The first climax barely has time to register before it starts.

Shudders wrack my body, pinned in his uncompromising hold.

I’ve never given anyone this type of control before. I shouldn’t love it so fucking much.

I want to tell him that. Tell him that I’m about to explode?—

But any coherent thought is all but impossible in the middle of our hurricane of arousal and passionate abandon. Waves pulse out through me, making me go limp for a split second, alerting him to the fact that he’s the only thing keeping me from collapsing onto the floor.

With a smug look on his face, he spins, laying me across the desk, my back arching over, my head and arms dangling in an oh-so-satisfying stretch. I’m practically hanging upside down over the other side and I couldn’t care any less.

Especially when he drags two fingers across my entrance, humming as he tastes my pearlescent bliss. I almost wish I could see him right now, but the sound of his hum and the wet pop of his lips over his fingers is enough to get me writhing for more.

“Now you’re ready,” he croons.

“Ready…” I gasp. Am I?!

“Circe…” A whisper, filled with pure male confidence.

I flex my ass, enticing him to give me more. This man does not know how to disappoint.

Taking it slower, he pumps into me, lifting my legs, feet pointing to the ceiling, closing my thighs so that his stomach bumps my hamstrings with every thrust. I feel his focus, his intense control.

He’s feeling every millimeter of this, of me, and so am I.

Each sensation he gives me feels new, unique. World shattering.

We hang in that reverie for a short while, like a breath between rounds of a fight.

But the animal in him can’t hold back before long. He speeds up, bit by bit. Harder, deeper.

I feel my muscles squeeze around him as he enters me again and again, pummeling my center with merciless strokes of his spectacular pillar. And I egg him on, sitting up to grab my ass, bracing and spreading myself for him to go as deep as he can.

The pace and the ferocity amp up, growing and building like a fucking furnace.

Holy shit I am gonna die.

“Ero, you’re gonna—” I wail.

“Yeah?” he growls through a growing cry.

“Oh yeah!” My knees bend, my calves dropping over his shoulders, my back lifting off the desk.

At this angle, the entire top of his shaft curls against my sweetest spot, maintaining constant pressure.

All while his width spreads me to my limit, making my legs quake with anticipation and a sheer lack of control. I’m coming undone.

He leans back slightly, tipping my ass higher, crashing against me and driving his head right where I want him over and over again.

“Oh my goddess!” I shriek, every muscle screaming and tightening, my feet spearing into points behind him. “You fucking bastard!”

I barely even know what I’m saying as the second cascade washes over me. Pulses of a fucking supernova burst in my brain, blasting away the burning exhaustion of our efforts.

There’s only bliss. And it’s raging like a comet through my skies. Seconds drag on and it doesn’t stop.

I never want it to.

“Circe!” Ero calls to me from far away, I can barely hear him over the rush of my climax, the sound of someone singing out a long, lustful song. I think it’s me.

And I realize my lover is close too.

So I do the only thing I can manage to exert any kind of control. I clench deep inside. Another voice joins mine, harmonizing in ecstatic release. Just when I think the onslaught of my orgasm might end…

Gushing volcanic love fills me up. Ero somehow manages to feel even deeper, consuming me with only the feeling of him. Another climax rolls toward me, shatters what’s left of my world…

And I no joke fucking black out.