Dex grunts in my ear and then I’m swept away, off my feet, as he pulls me away from the door, spinning me around, trying to push me back toward the bed.
The heels of my boots catch on the carpet and then I’m going down, falling backward, a cry caught in my throat. He grabs me by my elbows, breaking my fall, until we both end up on the floor together, his body over mine.
He covers my mouth with his, his kiss turning wild and unhinged, like the match burning inside him just ignited the whole damn room. It’s a kiss that makes my heart squeeze in my chest, my body fueled by the animalistic way he’s handling me.
While I’m caught between his lips and tongue, his hands urgently run down to my hips, hiking up the skirt of my dress, a groan escaping him as he realizes I’m not wearing underwear. That same hand then starts to swiftly unzip his pants, while the other goes to my throat, choking me lightly for a moment, enough for my eyes to roll back. Then he rips down the neckline of my dress and bra, exposing my breasts, my nipples immediately going hard.
I need more, faster, so much fucking faster.
He lifts his head to stare at me, his mouth wet from devouring mine, a raging fire burning in his eyes, and I know he heard my thoughts. Definitely one of the times where mindreading is an asset.
His mouth dips low, teeth and lips biting and nipping down my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, the pain sharp and torturously sweet, over my breast until he’s sucking my nipple between his lips.
I cry out, “Fuck!” But the word is strangled as he positions his cock between my legs and suddenly slams himself inside me.
Holy fucking hell!
There is no tenderness here, only savagery.
I feel like I’m being impaled, driven into the floor as he pushes in so deep my lungs are emptied of air. I’m gasping, breathless, my chest rising, then I’m wrapping my legs around his waist, my boots digging into the small of his back, holding him inside.
He moans loudly against my breast and then rises up, his hands pulling my hands up and over my head so they’re above me on the carpet. He links his fingers through my fingers, holding my hands down as he pulls out and then pushes back in, harder, deeper, filling every part of me.
I can’t even think right now—my brain turns off, and I’m so far gone inside this moment that this moment is all I can see.
“Does this feel good?” he asks me, voice breaking as he thrusts again, his mouth going to my neck. “Tell me this feels good. I just want to make you feel good.”
“Yes,” I gasp, his hips moving faster now as they rut against my hips, pure energy being driven inside me. I squeeze his hands tightly, holding on, watching the muscles in his shoulders flex and strain as his body turns into a relentless machine, fucking me hard.
So hard.
And it feels too good.
But I want more. More of his weight on me, more of his cock inside me. I squeeze around him wildly, my boots going over the clenched muscles of his ass, pressing him in deeper.
“Jesus,” he swears before biting my neck hard. “You’re trying to kill me.”
I let a breathless little moan, words escaping me now as he starts driving into me at a rough, frantic pace, his thrusts turning brutal and punishing. My back starts rubbing against the carpet, burning my skin.
Dex straightens up, taking his hands out of mine, his motions fast and unrestrained as he presses a palm over my throat for a moment, until I’m gasping for breath, then slides his hand into my hair, tangling in the strands before making a tight fist.
I’m mesmerized as I stare at him, the mass of his body over mine, the urgent, wild way he fucks me, like he’s nailing me to the floor, my breasts jostling with each tight, unrestrained thrust. Then my gaze meets his, and I see all the awe and lust and emotion that keeps flashing through his dark eyes. He’s staring at me with so much intensity I feel stripped and raw and acutely vulnerable.
My eyes flutter closed, but he yanks back at my hair until they’re open again.
“Look at me, look at me, look at me,” he murmurs, breath catching, eyes wild.
I stare up at him, feeling the connection between us electrify, burning like the sun, our souls on fire.
“I want to give you everything, Perry,” he whispers to me, pinning me in place with his gaze. “I want to give you a baby, give you every piece of me, give you the whole fucking world.”
This only gets deeper for us, his thought sinks into my head. Are you ready to go deeper?
I open my mouth to say something, yes, always yes, but I’m gasping again as his fingers make their way down, sliding over my clit. I’m so fucking wet that there’s barely any friction, but it’s enough.
He lets out a low hiss, his fingers rubbing me expertly, and then everything happens so fast. I squeeze around him as if that will stop me from going over the edge.
Going deeper.
His fist tightens in my hair, causing pain to shoot through my body, my spine rubbed raw from the carpet, but that pain melts into the most overwhelming sense of relief, seconds before I come.
And, fuck, here I go.
I come so fucking hard it’s like I short-circuit my brain, my whole body quaking beneath his, uninhibited and shredded to pieces of pure chaos.
I’m screaming, yelling, shouting, and I can’t stop, it doesn’t end. The sounds just keep coming and coming.
I can’t think. I have no thoughts.
I’m not even sure I exist anymore. I’m outside my body, outside time itself.
It’s all purple here and soft and shimmering. I’m vaguely aware that Dex is still pinning me to the floor, thrusting harder, faster, until he’s shouting too, the sound filling the room, his body tight and strained as he comes inside me.
I close my eyes, letting myself get swept away to this other place. He’s there with me too, his pumping slowing, his fingers tangled in my hair, his sweat dripping onto my chest. I feel it all, feel everything.
And at the same time I feel nothing at all.
I just am.
And I’m with him.
The two of us existing beyond time.
Slowly, very slowly, the world stops spinning and I drift down through the purple waves, watching the shimmering stars disappear until I’m back on the floor of our hotel room.
“Perry,” Dex whispers, voice shaking. A warm hand goes to my cheek.
I open my eyes to stare at him, having trouble focusing on his face as it looms over me, the tip of his nose brushing against the tip of mine.
I can barely swallow, my throat feels so ravaged. “What the fuck just happened?”
He gives me a shaky smile. “I don’t know,” he whispers raggedly. “I don’t know. But I think I just saw through the fucking universe.”
I grin lazily, reaching up to brush a lock of hair off his damp forehead. “I don’t even have words. But that about sums it up.”
He kisses me deeply, then buries his head in the crook of my neck, head resting on the floor, his chest pressed against mine, our slick skin sticking together. Our lungs breathe and our hearts beat together in strange synchronicity, like we’re one person instead of two.
I run my fingers through the hair at the back of his head, falling into the same rhythm.
“My little sex witch,” he murmurs against my neck.
I laugh, my heart beyond full.
We fall asleep this way, on the carpet, with him still inside me.