Page 29 of Toxic
“Please. We shouldn’t dothishere.”
My hands go to his wrists, but he’s too strong and his fingers are too talented. They have me seeing stars withinseconds.
“Here. Right now,”hesays.
My head whips back and forth against the wood, strands of my hair get caught and rip out, but I barely feel the pain. In fact, somewhere along my nerve endings, it transforms, merges, and becomes pleasure. I want to stop, I want to stop, but I can’t. My body doesn’t know what it should do. My brain doesn’t know what tothink.
“Yes,” he whispers in the dark. “Letme.”
With the barest of pauses, he rips off my sensible tennis shoes and tears my scrubs and plain white panties down and off. Then he pushes my legs up and arranges them so I’m spread like a feast before him. The look on his face is savagely beautiful and there’s a flash of white teeth before he covers me with hismouth.
The hands that had been gripping his wrists transfer to his hair. “No,” I whimper. “Gracin, oh God,please.”
“Sounds like you can’t quite make up your mind, little mouse,” he says, and I can feel his lips moving against my clit as hespeaks.
My thoughts fracture as his tongue wages a new assault. I rip at his hair and claw at his back, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. Any resistance is met with increased determination, and my body recognizes his touch as pleasurable, despite my brain’s confusion on the matter. Even the discomfort of the unforgiving wood floor at my back and the clammy stickiness of sweat doesn’t derail my buildingorgasm.
He spreads my thighs wider and wraps his hands around my legs to hold me open for his broad shoulders. I don’t know if I’m struggling for him to stop . . . or for him to keep going. The line between panic and pleasure is blurred with each flick and glide of his tongue. He sucks and nibbles, teases and tastes until I’m grinding against his face and moaningunabashedly.
I’ve never felt dirtier in my entire life. Not when Vic beat me. Not even when I cheated on him withGracin.
But I’ve also never felt more alive, and I don’t know which scaresmemore.
The orgasm grows to overwhelming proportions. I struggle away from it, nearly sobbing, but Gracin merely releases one leg so he can maneuver his pants down enough to free his erection. Before I can move, he’s driving into me, and I scream as the orgasm rips through me with a violence as brutal as the man whoinspiredit.
He reaches his first orgasm quickly, but there’s nothing beautiful about it. It’s savage, merciless, and ugly. But seeing the riot of pleasure mixed with pain on his face has me begging for more. I hate myself for it.Still semi-hard inside me, he doesn’t stop pumping, even when I come back to reality and begin to struggle to get free fromunderneathhim.
There’s a second when I manage to scrabble free from his weight while he’s still trembling. His cock disengages, and the loss of him inside me makes me whimper. I flip onto my stomach and use my hands to pull my weight along the floor. Moisture leaks from inside me and wets my thighs and the woodunderneath.
I make it until my ass is level with his face and then one arm comes around my waist and pins me to the flooragain.
“Where areyougoin’?”
“You got what you wanted,” I say between panting breaths and aftershocks. Simply having him near is enough to cause my brain to short circuit. It’s saying leave, leave, leave, and in the same breath, fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. Not even my hormones can make up their mind. “Now, letmego.”
“If you think that’s all I want from you, you’re gonna be in for a real shock in a fewseconds.”
“What do you—” His hands sneak up and part the cheeks of my ass, and I’m so shocked I can’t speak. Can’t think. Canonlyfeel.
Fingers bite into my skin, and then his breath warms places on my body even Vic had never ventured to violate. I squirm underneath him and slap my hands against wood to drag my body away from him, but to no avail. In the next instant, his mouth is on me, tasting me, torturing me. In all the years I’ve been with Vic, in all the things he’s done to me, there’d always been limit to what he’d do. With Gracin, there are no limits, no boundaries, nosecrets.
“No. Don’t,” I whisperdesperately.
“Yes,” he answers, and he kisses one cheek and then the other before placing a final kiss at the base of my spine. “I want all of you, Tessa, and I mean tohaveyou.”
His name bursts from my lips as he pins my chest to the floor and one of his arms steals around my stomach so his hand can reach my clit. With a grunt, he jerks my hips up and peppers kisses down my seam, skating along the puckered opening as his fingers set about rewiring mybrain.
I whimper as his tongue laves me from one hole to the other and then back again. There’s no word to describe it other than dirty. I’ve never been particularly shy about sex—what would be the point? But not only does he conquer the secret part of me with no hesitation to speak of but also he shows no aversion to licking every part of me still covered in his cum. Even as I writhe underneath him, desperate for release, I’m scrabbling against the floor to get away from the sweet violation he’s determined tocommit.
“If I let you go, are you gonna run from me?”heasks.
He keeps his fingers strumming on my over-sensitized clit until my hips begin to buck back into his tongue. I press my forehead into the wood grain, hoping the pain will bring me to a sense of clarity, but it doesn’t. There is nothing sensible about what’s happening, nothing logical in the way I respondtohim.
“No,” I say and hateusboth.
“Goodgirl.”
He presses a kiss to my spine and releases the hold on my back. I have time enough to suck in a breath before I feel the tickle of hair from his thighs on the back of mine and sense the presence of his body looming over me. My clit aches with each heartbeat, and even as I consider running to the back door just a few feet away, my back arches to accept the first deliciousthrust.