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Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)(125)

Author:Raven Kennedy

I grip her hair and pull her face back to look at me, her hooded eyes dragging open with effort. “When you called me by my name for the first time, all I could think was that I wanted to hear you say it while I was buried deep inside of you.”

Her exhale stutters out, body quivering.

“That’s right,” I nod as I lift and lower her body over me again and again until both of us are panting, the cusp of pleasure dragging us upward. “I want to hear you scream my name while this perfect pussy squeezes my cock and milks me dry.”

Her eyes fall closed. “Oh goddess… Please, please, please!”

My resolve snaps.

Whatever control I’d had left unleashes with her chanted plea. As quick as a blink, I have her pinned to the bed again, and I start to power into her like a male possessed, and then I well and truly start to fuck her.

I slip my hand between us to play with her clit, and she jerks so hard she nearly comes up off the bed.

“Oh my…” She starts to moan unintelligibly, head whipping left and right, ribbons tangling in the sheets.

“Take the pleasure I give you, Auren.”

The sounds our bodies make together is the dirtiest song I’ve ever heard. Moans, skin against skin, a bed creaking in protest. All while her delectable body gives me everything I ever wanted and more.

My fingers pluck and circle and stroke as I watch her, note every movement that makes her pussy flutter. I want to learn her, I want to know every trick, every spot, every move that will make her body sing for me.

And sing she does.

“Yes, yes. Don’t stop,” she begs, and I lean down to take her mouth as I drive into her, because I want all of her, every fucking part.

When she whimpers against my lips, I drag my mouth down her neck to the sensitive flesh beneath her ear. “Do you feel how tight you are around me? Do you feel how hard I’m fucking you?” I say, lips skimming over her flushed skin. “I’m going to have you again and again and again. I will learn every inch of your body, drive you to pleasure, and then do it all over again.”

“Oh…”

My hand doesn’t relent as I pinch and play with her nub, and I feel her wetness coating me. I drive my cock into her faster and harder, my circling strokes on her clit an unrelenting demand to see her fall apart.

I feel her pussy tighten, feel her whole damn body go tense, and I know she’s right there. I use my other hand to tip her hips up even more, earning a mewl. “That’s right, baby. Come for me. I want you to finally unravel.”

She curses, eyes clamped shut, breasts bouncing, looking beautifully wanton, and then her aura surges with light. That’s all the warning I get before she screams out my name, pussy squeezing me as tight as a vise. “Slade!”

My name on her lips in the throes of her orgasm is enough to tip me right over the edge with her. My cock pulses, and then I’m exploding inside of her. I come so hard I damn well almost black out. “Fuck.”

The collision of our shared pleasure encompasses all the pent-up attraction, all the push and pull we’ve had since we met. She is so damn perfect that even while I’m buried inside of her, I still want more. I want everything, just like I told her.

The pleasure stretches on, my thrusts gone ragged, each drag slower than the last, because I don’t want this to end. I want her right here against me, want to feel her perfect pussy clamp on my cock as she wraps her arms around my neck.

Her body shudders, lips letting out a small, blissful noise, and my chest goes tight. For a second, we just look at each other, breaths panting, skin slick.

A grip of brooding disquiet seeps in as I think about how we almost missed this. If she’d run away, or if I’d left early like I planned, I would’ve missed her giving herself to me—and not just her body, but her.

I know how difficult it was for her to place her emotions at my feet, especially considering how many people have trampled and manipulated them in the past. I know what it took for her to trust me, and I also know that I’ll destroy myself before I ever let her down.

Auren blinks at me with kiss-puffed lips. There’s a sated, beautiful look on her flushed face, and she looks so damn sexy I already want her again. She settles my magic, calms my anger, calls to my fae nature. She’s a burst of light in my dark, erupting life in the rotting depths of my soul.

She is everything I don’t deserve.

But I’m going to keep her anyway.

Gripping her close, I turn us so that I can fall on my back and have Auren draped over me, her body fitting perfectly against me. We pant together as we come down from our high, our hearts slamming in tandem as we catch our breaths. She molds to my body, jellied and satiated, her ribbons lying limp on the bed like they’re just as pleased as she is.