Page 30 of For the Ghastly and Beautiful

“You’re so close,” he rumbles, pushing me to lie flat on the table. “I can feel you growing hot, dripping with each stroke. I want to watch you fall apart.”

A tingle races through my body as my breathing becomes choppy. My stomach tightens, walls clenching around his fingers as he gazes at me. The orgasm swells, crashing into me with the force of a tsunami.

His movements slow, prolonging my pleasure until I can’t handle it anymore. I reach down to grab his wrist. He immediately stills, though he doesn’t pull away.

“Again?”

I’m not sure if it’s a question or a command, but I close my eyes as I rasp, “More.”

“More?”

“You, Talodus,” I clarify, still catching my breath. “Now.”

“Just remember,” he murmurs, humor thick in his tone as he unlaces the front of his pants. “I asked if you wanted more priming.”

No greater threat has ever been made, even if I don’t quite understand what he’s saying until the head of his cock pushes against me. He pulls back before pressing forward with more force, over and over, until he’s fully seated.

“Ada,” he growls, flexing his jaw muscles like being inside me is too much.

He grips my hips, his fingers biting into my skin as my back arches off the tabletop. Only my shoulders remain against the stone as resistance. I brace my heels on the edge, spreading my legs farther as I change the angle.

A few slow pumps are all it takes before we’ve both lost the plot. The steady build-up into new sensations is a breaking point I wasn’t expecting. Neither of us feels anything beyond the never-ending urgency.

Later, I’ll worry about being sore.

Now, I claw at his arms, desperate to bring him closer despite him hitting bottom. My body takes quite the beating from the blonde brute, but every thrust makes my shaking legs tremble harder. His gaze doesn’t stray from mine as my pleasure crests ever-closer to the edge.

All I can manage is incoherent moans around his name, though the moment my orgasm washes over me, my voice rises. I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle my shouted release. He reaches up to snatch it away, letting my ecstasy fill the room and bleed beyond the door.

His head tips back as a loud groan is ripped from his chest, rumbling around us while he fills me with his release. He stills before he slowly lowers me back onto the table.

And for a moment, all I can hear is our panting as we calm.

I lean up, supporting my weight with my elbows. He rests his forehead against my chest, and I drag my fingers through his hair, reveling in the silken locks.

“You have such a mess to clean up,” I tease, lightly tugging on the strands between my fingers.

“So do you.” He chuckles, then he pushes up, taking his body heat with him. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

“Oh, I’ll be sore.”

He grimaces.

“That’s not a complaint, Tal.” I grin at him as I straighten the bodice of my dress. “More like a compliment… ten out of ten would recommend.”

After he laces his pants, he begins picking the papers up where they were tossed carelessly onto the floor. When I don’t move, he glances at me. I shrug.

“My legs feel like jelly. If I stand right now, you’ll be picking me up too.”

He chuckles again, only this time, his cheeks have a slightly pink tint to them.