Reflected in You(90)

I cried out, shocked by his aggression, turned on by it.


Gideon reared up, resting back on his heels, my thighs splayed over his.


He gripped my hips, elevating them, tilting me to the angle he wanted.


He rolled his hips, stirring his cock inside me, pulling me onto him until I gasped in pain at how deep he was.


The lips of my sex clung to the very base of his penis, spread wide to encompass the thick root.


I had all of him, every inch, crammed too full and loving it.


I'd been empty for days, so lonely I ached.


He groaned my name and came, spurting hot and thick, the creamy heat spreading upward along his length because there was no room inside me.


He shuddered violently, dripping sweat onto my skin, flooding me.


"For you, Eva," he gasped.


"Every drop."


Pulling out abruptly, he flipped me over onto my belly and yanked my hips up.


I gripped my headboard, my damp face pressed into my pillow.


I waited for him to push into me and shivered when I felt his breath against my buttocks.


Then I jerked violently at the feel of him licking along the seam.


He rimmed me with the tip of his tongue, stimulating the puckered opening to my rear.


A broken sound escaped me.


I don't do anal play, Eva.


The tight ring of muscle flexed as I remembered his words, helplessly responding to the delicate flutters.


There was nothing in our bed but us.


Nothing could touch us when we were touching each other.


Gideon squeezed both of my cheeks in his hands, grounding me in the moment.


I was open and parted for him in every way, completely exposed to his lush dark kiss.


"Oh!" I tensed all over.


His tongue was inside me, thrusting.


My entire body began to quake from the feeling, my toes curling, my lungs heaving as he possessed me without shame or reservation.


"Ah .


God."


I lifted into his mouth, giving myself to him.


The affinity between us was brutal and raw, nearly unbearable.


I felt seared by his desire, my skin feverish, my chest shaking with sobs I couldn't hold back.


He reached beneath me, pressed the flat of his fingers against my aching clit and rubbing, massaging.


His tongue was driving me insane.


The orgasm brewing inside me was spurred by the knowledge that there were no longer any boundaries for him with my body.


He would do anything he desired -  possess it, use it, pleasure it.


Burying my face in my pillow, I screamed as I came, the ecstasy so vicious my legs gave out and I melted into the mattress.


Gideon slid over my back, his knee pushing my legs wide, his perspiration- slick body blanketing mine.


He mounted me, pushing his cock inside me, his fingers linking with mine and pinning my hands to the bed.


I was soaked with him and he rocked against me, sliding in and out.


"I'm desperate for you," he said hoarsely.


"I'm miserable without you."


I tensed.


"Don't mock me."


"I need you as much."


He nuzzled into my hair, f*cking me slow and easy.


"I'm just as obsessed.


Why can't you trust me?" I squeezed my eyes shut, hot tears leaking out.


"I don't understand you.


You're tearing me apart."


He turned his head and his teeth sank into the top of my shoulder.


A pained growl rumbled through his chest and I felt him coming, his cock jerking as it pumped me full of scorching semen.


His jaw relaxed, releasing me.


He panted, his hips still churning.


"Your letter gutted me."


"You won't talk to me .


you won't listen ."


"I can't."


He groaned, his arms tightening around mine so that I was completely at his mercy.


"I just .


It has to be this way."


"I can't live like this, Gideon."


"I'm hurting, too, Eva.


It's killing me, too.


Can't you see that?" "No."


I cried, my pillow growing wet beneath my cheek.


"Then stop overthinking and feel it! Feel me."


The night passed in a blur.


I punished him with greedy hands and teeth, my nails raking over sweat-slick skin and muscle until he hissed in pleasured pain.


His lust was frantic and insatiable, his need tinged with a desperation that frightened me because it felt hopeless.


It felt like good-bye.


"Need your love," he whispered against my skin.


"Need you."


He touched me everywhere.


He was constantly inside me, with his cock or his fingers or his tongue.


My nipples burned, made raw by his sucking.