Page 141 of Hell to Pay


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What’s left of her red dress is nothing to my hands, flung away, revealing what I’ve wanted for so long. Hellena’s huge breasts spill out into my waiting hand, throwing me into a frenzy, my heart pounding. “I’ve never seen something so beautiful in my life. You’re fucking perfect.” I barely get the words out around the taste of her nipples on my tongue, sucking and reveling in her soft moans.

There’s nothing delicate about the way I handle her, the way she fists tufts of my hair as I grip her ass cheeks and rock her back and forth over me. The length of me scythes up between us, grinding into the front of her silk underwear, right over her clit.

We sit there holding each other that way, kissing deeply, clutching to one another. Losing ourselves in the contact, the ache building in my heart overflowing.

She sets my soul on fire. She heals my scars.

“Oh… right there…” she breathes, mashing my face to her chest. Cinnamon and soap hypnotize me, consuming my thoughts.

I can't hold out any longer. I won’t wait another moment.

“Gavin. I love you.”

I’ve waited so long to hear her say it. It doesn’t matter if it’s in an act of desperation, a product of whatever horrible things happened earlier.

Tonight, it’s enough.

“I love you, Hellena.” And I’m lifting her, laying her down in my bed, the bed we’ve shared so many nights wrapped in each other’s arms, lost in peaceful sleep. I wonder if she understands how much more that means to me than anything else she could do.

To give me a single night without the horrors, the faces.

The blood.

She’s my altar, and I will worship her with every fiber of my being.

I drag my arms out from under her, never letting my hands leave her for a second as I hook her knees, driving them back gently, spreading her wide for me to see. Spread out under me, I can barely think.

In a blink, her legs are over my shoulders, around my neck, my mouth suctioned to her center, thrusting my tongue in to devour every solitary inch of her. Her thighs tighten around my head, and I clamp my arms around them, tighter. The pressure is exhilarating.

She’s silk, salt, and sweet, the juices of her fruit sopping my chin, filling my mouth. I could never eat again if she let me stay here.

Dragging my tongue out and up to her apex, a thought flickers through my mind, that Evan was inside her earlier tonight. It makes everything that much hotter, the thought of him warming her up for me.

I don’t give a shit who gives Hellena pleasure. She deserves every ounce of happiness she can get. If I get to be a part of it, even better.

The sharp jerk of her hips tells me she’s close.

Two fingers, then three slip inside her soaked core, working in and out, rolling my wrist with the gyration of her body.

“Look at me,” she screams, lifting my face as I increase the speed, folding my hand to press against her front, my fingers hooking up inside firmly. “Kiss me!”

She’s already coming when our mouths collide.

Her thighs crush together, shuddering her entire frame.

My arm is there to hold her still, pumping my pearl-slicked hand in time with the aftershocks of her eruption. The taste of her sex mingles on our tongues, a surge of excitement shaking me, stirring her from her haze.

I don’t let her rest or fall back, instead rising over her, positioning myself against her. Her wide eyes lock with mine as I ease into her, the confines of her inner sanctum hugging me impossibly tight.

Her mouth drops open slightly, her expression flickering from shock to disbelief. I barely fit.

But she takes every inch, my entire length and width tingling, electric. Her walls hug me, squeeze me.

Her legs wrap around my middle as I start to shift in and out, only an inch at a time and back in, each thrust close to my undoing, Hellena’s eyes and breath pulsing along with the rhythm.

I’m never going to get enough of this.

The two of us writhe as one for minutes, hours. Every rotation of our hips is another unique experience, an eternity of pleasure.

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