Chapter 145
“Tell me what you want, Harley,” I demand, my voice a low growl as I grip her left leg and hook it over my hip, pulling her even closer to me with each thrust. I crave her words and how they ignite my primal instincts to surge from me.
“I want more,” she gasps, her eyes locking onto mine with a fiery intensity that sends my heart thundering. “I want you to lose control. I want to feel all of you.”
Her words are like a match to a flame, igniting something feral inside me. With a low growl, I give in completely, abandoning any pretense of control I had left. I lose myself in her, thrusting deeper and harder, each of my movements fueled by the desperate need to claim her, to make her mine in every way possible.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling her walls tightening around me, squeezing me so perfectly. The way she responds to each of my thrusts, the way her body moves against mine, is intoxicating. I can feel the tension building inside both of us as the seconds go by, spiraling us both towards an inevitable
climax
“Thane, oh fuck yes,” she cries out, her voice climbing higher as I pound into her with abandon. Each thrust drives me deeper into her slick heat, and everything else evaporates, leaving only the sound of our bodies crashing together and her breathy gasps to fill the air.
“That’s it,” I urge, my voice thick with lust. “Moan for
me.”
She responds by arching her back, her nails digging into my shoulder blades as I bury myself deeper inside of her so I can embed myself into her soul. Her moans echo in my ears, urging me on, and I can feel the ever–building tension in her body, the way every fiber of her being is tuned to the rhythm we’ve created together.
“Thane, I’m so close,” she gasps, and the desperation in her voice sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. I can feel my own release building, starting in my lower spine and spreading through the rest of my body like a disease I’d gladly succumb to, the pressure coiling tighter with my every thrust.
“Then come for me,” I command her, my voice thick as I pick up the pace even more, pounding into her with a fierce urgency, my pubic bone brushing against her clit with my every thrust. “I want to feel you come around me as I make you mine.”
Lowering my head, I suck on the sensitive flesh in the crook of her neck where I’ll one day mark her, and she instantly cries out my name–pure, raw, and filled with the kind of ecstasy that shatters the last remnants of my restraint. She hurtles over the edge of her orgasm, her body clenching and pulsing around me as I feel her climax wash over us both. It’s a beautiful sight. One that pushes me right to the brink as I willingly spiral after her.
“Harley!” I shout, unable to hold back any longer as I plunge into her one last time, feeling my own pleasure crash over me in a deluge. It’s overwhelming, a heady mix of satisfaction and raw ecstasy that consumes me from the inside out. The sensation of her warmth as it envelops me, the way her body pulses around mine as she rides the waves of her own release, is enough to send me spiraling into mine.
I bury myself deep inside her, feeling every throb, every contraction as she clings to m
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