Page 79 of Shadowed Sins: Nitro

"Holy shit." She's breathing hard, staring at me with something like shock. "Where did that come from?"

"You woke it up." I kiss my way back up her body, letting her taste herself on my lips. "And now you deal with the consequences."

I shed my boxers, and when she sees how hard I am for her, her eyes go wide.

"You're bigger than I thought."

"Birth control?" I position myself at her entrance, watching her face.

"Three years." She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. "Now shut up and fuck me."

I push inside in one brutal thrust, burying myself completely. The tight heat of her makes me see stars, and I have to stop, have to catch my breath, have to—

"Fuck!" I come immediately, days of buildup ending in seconds. My whole body convulses, muscles locked tight as pleasure tears me apart from the inside.

"Did you just—"

"Still hard." I start moving again, still desperate, my cock still twitching with aftershocks. "Can't stop. Not stopping."

"Good." She digs her nails into my back, breaking skin. "Because once isn't going to fix this."

She's right. If anything, being inside her tight heat only makes the hunger worse. I drive into her harder, the headboard cracking against the wall with each thrust.

"Harder," she demands. "I'm not fragile."

"No," I agree, shifting my angle and driving deeper until she cries out. "You're a fucking goddess, and I'm going to worship you properly."

I pull out despite her desperate whimper, flipping her onto her hands and knees.

"What are you—?"

"Taking you the way you deserve." I position myself behind her, running my hands over the perfect curve of her ass before gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "The way we both need."

When I slide back inside from this angle, we both groan. The new position lets me go deeper, and her pussy clenches around me like she's trying to pull me deeper still.

"Yes," she moans, pushing back to take more of me. "Fuck, yes, just like that."

I set a punishing rhythm, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Her hands fist in the sheets, knuckles white as her back arches in a perfect bow. When I fist my hand in her dark hair, pulling her head back, she clenches around me so tight I see stars.

"You like that?" I pull harder, making her gasp and arch impossibly further. "Like it when I take control?"

"You know I do."

I reach around to find her clit, circling the swollen bud with steady pressure. She detonates around me, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice as she screams my name. The sensation triggers my second orgasm, but my cock stays iron-hard inside her.

"Jesus, Jax, how are you still—"

"Nineteen days," I growl, pulling out to flip her onto her back again, watching my cum leak from her swollen pussy. "Nineteen days of dreaming about this. About you. This is what desperation looks like."

I hook her legs over my shoulders and slide back inside. the new angle letting me hit that spot that makes her eyes roll back and her mouth fall open in a silent scream.

"Going to ruin you," I promise, setting a brutal pace that has her bouncing on the mattress. "Going to fuck you until walking is impossible. Until you feel me for days."

"Already there," she gasps, and I realize she's coming again, a rolling orgasm that has her thrashing beneath me.

We lose track of time, of everything except the desperate need to consume each other.

Time becomes meaningless as we move through position after position—her riding me while I bite her throat, me taking her against the wall while she wraps her legs around my waist, both of us desperate and insatiable.