𝚸1 𝐎𝐅 𝚨 " 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝚸𝚨𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒" | 18+
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A voice so tempting triggers the darkest parts of her mind, it makes her think unimaginable things, like the pain she thought she escaped.
His obsession for her deeply and darkly abnormal, the i...
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This hypnotic state of pleasurable penetration feels like pure sin in it's taboo form. The fresh scratches on his inked covered back are clear evidence. It was a task to breathe as I'm heavily panting, my eyes tiredly shut— my mouth gaped open.
His body against mine provoking further goosebumps, his groans bouncing off my cheek.
My entire body unraveled and easily submitting. His hand slipped under my thigh— raising my leg higher. The other reaching for the headboard above me going deeper from a different angle.
I know the lips on my core were sore by sensitivity, but the incredibly wet sounds coming from me made up for it.
"Reign, you're gonna tear me apart." I croaked out. My body aches in places he bruised from unhealthy sexually touching. Reign is absolute monster— a sexy, controlling monster. Here I am pathetically trembling under his touch as his thrust speed increased.
My head slowly slipping off the soft bed, I felt his warm release spread throughout my lower stomach. Our breathing caught in sync holding a dangerously intimate gaze.
As much as I can't help but think about just how quick a bullet can take a life, his trance is still tempting me. Yet there's a bubbling joy of watching Reign's life vanish from his eyes. After he physically disconnected from me to get off the bed, grabbing me by thighs pulling me to the edge.
His stance so masculine I'm drawn to crying. The constant reminder of his dominance over me and my body, I'm in shambles.
A tremble caught me my fear arises. It's clear I am hopelessly drawn to Reigns touch. I took a deep breath closing my eyes preparing myself when his hands tightened around my thighs.
"Open your eyes." I took a second before answering his demand. I screamed at the sudden thrust, my hand threw up to my mouth quivering.
"Motherfucker." I moaned biting my finger.
Right now, at this moment there's a larger crave of wanting him to fuck me like he hates me. I drank him in badly.
I arched off the bed at an upcoming feel of my release. Reign exuded so much power and confidence. This man is beyond ordinary, I couldn't deny the heavy admiration.
His cold tattooed hand against my pelvis carefully making it was up to grip my left breast gently tugging.
The sight of him intoxicates me.
Never losing eye contact, my throat cramped once his hand reached my neck. Forcing pressure blocking my will to breathe simply growing my lust for a harder fuck.
