Page 64 of Misadventures with a Time Traveler

Chapter Ten

Allie

I’m an explosion. An implosion.

A flood. A famine.

Pure fulfillment. Desperate need.

It’s all there, pushing at my spirit the same way his cock challenges every corner of my body. Everything is set ablaze, painful and wonderful and full. He thrusts so deep, I can feel him in my teeth. Every penetration turns my body into a rave dance club at midnight on a Saturday. I pulse. Pound. Tremble. Burn. Crave.

Spinning higher.

Soaring farther.

And still, needing more. Not just in my pussy. In my blood. In my senses.

All of him…

Hunger coils my muscles, turning my fingers into talons.

“Unnnhh,” Max groans. The sound becomes a growl, prefacing his heated bite into the base of my neck. The jolt turns my breath feral. I need to give back as good as I’ve gotten from my beast of a lover, but even twisting my body in ways I never imagined isn’t enough.

I need to make him hurt too.

I lunge up at him, teeth bared. His pectoral is the most succulent cut of meat I’ve ever tasted. His skin is a perfect mix of salt and musk and man.

“Fuck. Ma femme. Ma petite tigresse.”

He retaliates by twisting his head down and sucking at my aching nipple until I shriek in delicious agony. The entire time, he drives into me with punishing force. Every time his cock hits full hilt, another dark moan punches up his throat. That thunder grows louder and louder, inciting us to grab and grope and seize each other.

Soon, we’ve screwed our way across the bed and my head dangles over the edge. Max grunts his approval, since the new position angles my breasts even better for his appetite. He leans over and digs in, biting my other breast like a lion devouring its kill.

“Ohhhh!” I cry out, hating him and cherishing him for the resulting shudders of pain and pleasure. I clutch at him harder, clawing his biceps just to stay on the damn bed. The whole time, he doesn’t falter a stroke of his deep, hard invasion into my core. “Oh…my God.” It’s never felt this good. Or hurt this bad. “You are such a bastard.”

He laughs with dark intent—but still doesn’t miss a single thrust. “My beauty.” He scrapes both hands down to my waist. Uses the hold to keep me fixed on the bed—and impaled on his cock. “Spread your legs wider, mon étoile. I need to fuck you deeper.”

My heartbeat doubles. Triples. “Yep,” I get out between gasps. “Arrogant.” But my volume spikes to a pair of shrieks as he delivers sharp smacks to the insides of my thighs.

“Wider,” he snarls—and with that single command, alters me yet again. My head falls back. The world spins. My nerve endings shatter. My inhibitions are blown apart.

“Yes,” I hiss. “Yes…yes. Je t’appartiens. Chaque pouce de moi.”

I am yours. Every inch of me.

I’m lost in him. The way he moves. The way he speaks. Even the way he breathes, as if my skin alone has become his oxygen. I pity every other woman on this planet. None of them will know the perfect, pulsing bliss of being wrapped around him tonight.

But he only gives me a second to indulge the thought—before replacing it with a better one.

The need to obey his new dictate.

“Now, Alessandra. Make it all come for me…now!”

“Max! Oh. My…” But I can no longer form words. Or thoughts. Or breath. I can’t comprehend anything beyond the blinding existence of now, as the dirt of his promises is spun into the sand of his desire, then the glass of his violation, and then the slice of his ultimate dominion.

“Yes. Yes. Oui, mon cœur. Give it all to me.”

That’s what I give him. All of me, open for his fucking. All of me, climaxing around him. All of me, taking his scalding come as he lunges and then holds himself deep inside me.