Page 215 of Everdoll

My eyes widened in surprise. We’d never done it from behind before. We both loved face-to-face in any position. But now, this man tracing a path of metal fingers from my ass up my back seemed as if he’d been accustomed to it for years.

The way I couldn’t see a damn thing pissed me off, but the second I felt his hot breath on my neck and his broad shoulders pressed flush against my back, a wave of pleasure crashed over me.

“What do I have to do?” he murmured from behind me, sweeping my hair aside before pressing a wet kiss beneath my ear. “What do I have to do to keep you by my side?”

I wanted to shout, ‘Are you stupid? I risked my life for you. What more proof do you need?’ But I couldn’t say any of it. He wasn’t talking to me right now. He was talking to his one true first love who’d abandoned him. That 19-year-old girl who once wore my flesh…

She had a lot of sins, I must admit it.

“I want you to love me forever. Only me.” This time, feeling his cold metal hand graze my skin, I shuddered. His breath was still hovering close to my face, and even though we weren’t face-to-face, it felt like he was devouring me with his gaze.

A moment later, his long fingers slid down to my ass. He traced lazy circles on my flesh, teasing my hole with a fingertip while I just lay there, shivering. When I tried to shift upward, his hand tightened, pinning me in place. I let out a shaky breath as he used his palms to mold my body exactly where he wanted it, before slamming into me.

His thick cock found my most sensitive spot instantly.

“Mina…” he muttered, and I knew he felt it too. I arched my ass higher, and he grabbed my waist for leverage. Then he started pounding into me. First slowly, then relentlessly. And I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling back, lost in pure ecstasy.

The way he moved my hips buck back to meet his. I craved more contact, more of this version of him. I needed to meet his demons more. I needed to feel his awakening in my bones more.

I buried my face in the pillows, fingers white-knuckled on the sheets, trying to keep my balance against the dizzying friction.

His human hand found my clit, circling me at that same merciless rhythm. My whole body shuddered and convulsed with every deep thrust, and when that added on top, a long, loud moan tore from my throat.

Fuck. I’d never made a sound like that in my life.

“R-Raymond… Slow down…” I gasped, my voice almost a begging plea. “I’m not going anywhere. We can go… slower… we can…”

“I can’t be sure of that.”

Panting, he spun my body back to face him with a rough grip. His chest was heaving, glistening sweat dripping down his brow.

“I’m not sure you still want me.” he murmured in a low, seductive voice, his fingers caressing my clit before sliding deep inside me, making my hips arch off the bed again.

“So I need to make sure. I have to fill you with myself until you can’t think of anything but me. Every inch of you should crave me, tremble with me. Otherwise, I can’t be sure.”

He leaned in, sealing my lips with a long kiss. His hands tangled in my curly hair, pulling my head closer to his. When he bit my chin, I shut my eyes tightly, my face wincing.

I was really, really like a doll. I wanted him to play with me however he pleased, to claim my body as his own. I wanted him to strip away every shred of my control, to make me forget I ever had a free will.

“So I’m going to fuck you all day, all night, all week.”

Without breaking eye contact, he flicked his tongue out, and as he bent down to lick my labia, my chest heaved. But that move must have shifted his focus. He slid his tongue up my skin without pulling away.

“Because it’s not enough.” He moved his head side to side, mapping every inch of my flesh with his tongue. Finally, he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked. His metal hand gripped my hair, while his other hand slipped back inside me and began to stroke.

“Not enough.” His tongue was on my neck now. “Not enough.” Now on my chin.

“It’s not enough, Mina!”

He drove in and out, my body jolting with each thrust. His cold, metal hand slid from my hair to grip my neck. As his tongue tangled with mine, I swear I was burning alive, every nerve igniting. I was putty in his hands, squirming with each slam, trembling at every low moan he breathed against my skin.

He grabbed my thighs from both sides and shoved himself inside me one last time. His eyes rolled back, and he leaned down to smash my lips against mine again. It was like he craved my breath inside his lungs.

After the long kiss, he pulled back slightly. I watched with hooded eyes, then frowned when he came into his palm.

“Why don’t you ever come inside me?”

My question shut his open mouth. “What?”