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"Drive, Chris," I stopped to take a breath. "Drive us straight into damnation."
My tongue traced the vein pulsing along his length, movements frantic as I drew him deeper. The urgency clawed at me, demanded release. Chris's breathing hitched, grunts and curses falling from his lips to the rhythm of my mouth.
"Fuck... Ella," he groaned, the sound raw, primal.
"More?" I mumbled against him, voice vibrating along his shaft, and felt him swell in response.
"Damn you, yes." A growl. "Don't you dare stop."
I doubled down, lips tight, cheeks hollowing with each pull. I tasted salt and musk, and it fueled my drive, my desire to see him come undone.
"Shit..." His curse was cut short by a sharp inhale as his body tensed, every muscle coiled like a spring. The car swerved, a momentary lapse, before he righted us again, his knuckles white on the wheel.
"Give it to me," I urged, voice edged with darkness. "I want all of it."
"Take everything," he managed through gritted teeth, the strain evident in his clenched jaw. "Every fucking drop."
And then he did, with a guttural shout that echoed in the confined space of the car. His release hit me, hot and forceful, and I welcomed it, swallowing greedily, relishing the shudders that ripped through him, the sound of his pleasure.
"Christ, Ella," he panted, after what seemed like an eternity, the storm of his climax waning. "You're something else."
"Only for you," I whispered, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, a smirk playing on my lips. "Only for you."
Panting echoed in the car, mingling with the hum of the engine. My chest heaved, breaths coming fast and hot, the taste of Chris still on my tongue. His hand rested on my thigh, his grip firm, almost bruising.
"Fuck," I gasped, the air thick with the musk of spent desire. "That was..."
"Intense," he finished, his voice rough like gravel. The heat from his body radiated across the console, pulling me into an inferno that refused to die down. I wanted more.
"Never had a road trip quite like this." A smirk twisted his lips.
"Keep driving, Charming. Maybe I'll spread my legs for you once we get to our resting place."
"Wouldn't dream of stopping now." He shifted gears, the car lurching forward.
We pulled into the motel's lot. Another shithole. “Rest Haven,” it promised, a lie packaged in garish pink and blue.
"Looks cozy," I deadpanned, eyeing the chipped paint, the drab curtains that hung limply behind smudged windows.
"Palace compared to some places I've been." Chris killed the engine, keys jangling as he pulled them free.
I leaned back against the car door, watching him stride to the motel office, all coiled strength and lethal grace. There was no denying the pull between us, dangerous and undeniable—a force that threatened to consume me whole. And damn me, I wanted to be devoured.
"Room eight," he called out when he returned.
"Lead the way." I fell into step, the key glinting in his hand, a token to a kingdom of tarnished dreams and whispered sins.
Seventeen: Chris
The motel was worse than the last one, but it didn't matter. I'd imploded my life for the one person standing in front of me right now. The person with that blended look of innocence and vixen.
"Chris," she whispered. "I... um."
"What?"
"I want to do something. I've never done it before, but I... want to."
I leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed over my chest as I watched her suck her lip into her mouth and chew nervously. "Yeah? And what's that?"
