the clasp to unfasten his pants rather quickly, as I lean my back against the wall. I secure my leg on his hip still safe and shielded by his body. As if our movements were choreographed, his lips part, our eyes meet and he slips deep inside me, with my strength and his stamina the motion becomes a flawless, stimulating rhythm.
I have wanted him for so long and so badly, that I would willingly breathe silver into my lungs just to be with him. To finally fathom the thought he's mounted over me in such a restrained way makes me wetter. I lose control over my suppression and let my fangs lengthen fully as our moans echo through the empty sunlit room. He buries himself to the hilt and then withdraws criminally slow, my nails dig further into his sides. The moment I realize my eyes have closed, I expose them to Graham's. I'm swept away by the ocean blue penetration he sears straight into me. There's no saving me, not now, not ever, not even Death himself could rescue me. I'm drowning in the depths of the unknown, lost in the intense pleasuring motion. My fingers twine through his thick dark hair as if I’m holding on to life, but in reality I'm privily asking him something entirely different. I want him to take me, to push me to the edge like no one has ever done before.
“Say it Mattie...” he demands as his body grinds into mine. “Say it...”
My nipples erect and tension builds in every sector of womanhood I have, his cool, methodical voice keeps repeating what he knows I need. In defiance I breathe out, “ Fuck me, Graham ...”
“Harder...?” he challenges. “Tell me Mattie, what you need, how you need it...” his words are as breathless as my own.
“Fuck... me... harder ....” His vigorous thrust multiplies, the lustful sensation slams into me and in exactly zero point eight seconds later simultaneous orgasms rain all over me and I couldn't care less if I were walking into the realm of Hell. His own climax imprisons and dominates him, but his unearthly, brilliant blue eyes never leave mine, and for the briefest moment I feel totally and completely free, no gnawing hunger, no fear, no dependency for another being to fuel my own existence.
I pull myself closer, and nip at his lower lip timidly, studying his determined expression. “Graham?”
His grave eyes focus back and he grins knowing he's still throbbing inside me, “Yes, Mattie?”
“Don't ever leave me again...” He chuckles at my idle threat.
“Ready to get out of this place?” he questions as the corner of his delicious lip draws upward. He retorts, “I'm dying here... to touch you.”
He doesn't need to tell me twice, I mold my body to his and darkness enshrouds us, two blinks later we are in a pitch-dark apartment I don't recognize. I really don't care at this point if we are on the top of Mount fucking Everest or the Dead Sea, when we are together it's like throwing gasoline on a fire, it's eventually going to get hotter.
Chapter Seven
Control
My body enclosed securely by his, griping my hips, he eases us down into a scarlet colored chair, lifting me up and lowers me slowly back down on him. I slide all the way meeting his pelvis and begin rotating my hip, hitting the depth I'm craving. My back arches as I drive our bodies together, my nails sever through his clothing while I'm grasping for some stability. Graham's relentless hands support my greedy body, and I'm nothing but a lusting mess. My rapid movements back and forth pull him deeper into me and then recede, only to pull him deeper into me again. His mouth responds to my mental begging as his tongue circles my nipples.
While my hips buck back , his thumb circles my aching bundle of nerves. He adds more pressure and precisely times his strokes with my body slamming into him. Every central muscle within my heated, sopping wet core tenses and builds. The faster I ramp up the momentum, the harder he adds the pressure. His daring eyes watch me as he nips at my swollen
I have wanted him for so long and so badly, that I would willingly breathe silver into my lungs just to be with him. To finally fathom the thought he's mounted over me in such a restrained way makes me wetter. I lose control over my suppression and let my fangs lengthen fully as our moans echo through the empty sunlit room. He buries himself to the hilt and then withdraws criminally slow, my nails dig further into his sides. The moment I realize my eyes have closed, I expose them to Graham's. I'm swept away by the ocean blue penetration he sears straight into me. There's no saving me, not now, not ever, not even Death himself could rescue me. I'm drowning in the depths of the unknown, lost in the intense pleasuring motion. My fingers twine through his thick dark hair as if I’m holding on to life, but in reality I'm privily asking him something entirely different. I want him to take me, to push me to the edge like no one has ever done before.
“Say it Mattie...” he demands as his body grinds into mine. “Say it...”
My nipples erect and tension builds in every sector of womanhood I have, his cool, methodical voice keeps repeating what he knows I need. In defiance I breathe out, “ Fuck me, Graham ...”
“Harder...?” he challenges. “Tell me Mattie, what you need, how you need it...” his words are as breathless as my own.
“Fuck... me... harder ....” His vigorous thrust multiplies, the lustful sensation slams into me and in exactly zero point eight seconds later simultaneous orgasms rain all over me and I couldn't care less if I were walking into the realm of Hell. His own climax imprisons and dominates him, but his unearthly, brilliant blue eyes never leave mine, and for the briefest moment I feel totally and completely free, no gnawing hunger, no fear, no dependency for another being to fuel my own existence.
I pull myself closer, and nip at his lower lip timidly, studying his determined expression. “Graham?”
His grave eyes focus back and he grins knowing he's still throbbing inside me, “Yes, Mattie?”
“Don't ever leave me again...” He chuckles at my idle threat.
“Ready to get out of this place?” he questions as the corner of his delicious lip draws upward. He retorts, “I'm dying here... to touch you.”
He doesn't need to tell me twice, I mold my body to his and darkness enshrouds us, two blinks later we are in a pitch-dark apartment I don't recognize. I really don't care at this point if we are on the top of Mount fucking Everest or the Dead Sea, when we are together it's like throwing gasoline on a fire, it's eventually going to get hotter.
Chapter Seven
Control
My body enclosed securely by his, griping my hips, he eases us down into a scarlet colored chair, lifting me up and lowers me slowly back down on him. I slide all the way meeting his pelvis and begin rotating my hip, hitting the depth I'm craving. My back arches as I drive our bodies together, my nails sever through his clothing while I'm grasping for some stability. Graham's relentless hands support my greedy body, and I'm nothing but a lusting mess. My rapid movements back and forth pull him deeper into me and then recede, only to pull him deeper into me again. His mouth responds to my mental begging as his tongue circles my nipples.
While my hips buck back , his thumb circles my aching bundle of nerves. He adds more pressure and precisely times his strokes with my body slamming into him. Every central muscle within my heated, sopping wet core tenses and builds. The faster I ramp up the momentum, the harder he adds the pressure. His daring eyes watch me as he nips at my swollen
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