Page 47 of Unleashed By Eden

“Mmph—” I whimper against his mouth.

He breaks away from my lips, breathing hard. “What was that?” he asks, not wasting time before his lips are dragging across my jaw, my cheek, my throat, putting his mouth on any skin he can reach.

“Take—” I gasp as his tongue slides into my ear, and my spine turns molten. “Take this off.”

My hands tug at his shirt again, impatient.

He pushes up to his knees, still braced between my thighs, and yanks the T-shirt over his head. I don’t know where to look first; his tattooed, muscular torso is a feast for my eyes. I run both hands over his pecs, thumbs brushing his nipples. They tighten under my touch.

“This is gonna be quick,” he warns. “And it’s gonna be dirty.”

“Fuck yes.”

He strips me out of my clothes in record speed. Jeans and panties gone in one pull. Top and bra in the next. He shucks his sweats in a blur, and then he’s lowering himself between my thighs, fitting there like he was always meant to.

His fingers glide down my slit, and he hisses. “You’ve been wet for me a long time, haven’t you?”

His blue eyes bore into mine.

“Fuck me, Carter. Fuck me, hard.”

He drags the fat head of his cock down my slit, and I feel the smooth, cold piercing against my wet flesh. After eyeing him in the shower the other night, I already knew he was big. But being hard is a whole different category. Walking tomorrow is overrated.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, Vi,” he breathes.

He pushes the tip inside and I gasp, bucking to chase more. He pins my hips with a firm grip, holding me down, controlling the pace.

His hair falls into his eyes as he hovers over me. “Once I’m inside you,” he says quietly, “there’s no going back. You hear me? This pussy is mine. Your stubborn little heart is mine. Your soul, every dark corner of you, mine. You got it?”

“Do it.” I say it like a dare, every fiber of my being egging him on. There is no going back, not with us.

He pushes in.

“Fuck,” I grit out, teeth clenched.

Goddamn, he’s a beast.

“You can take it,” he murmurs, voice right in my ear.

I breathe out and concentrate on relaxing my muscles to let him in. He slides deeper, inch by inch.

“Almost there. You were made for me, Vi.”

I’ve never been stretched this wide. My body eventually yields, protesting and hungry at the same time. The piercings rub against my sensitive flesh with each small push, sending sharp sparks through me.

He bottoms out, hips flush to mine.

I’m so fucking full.

“That’s my girl.”

He pulls his hips back and snaps them forward. His promise holds. This is hard and fast and filthy. And it’s everything. Years of pent-up fury and want tumble out of us with every thrust.

He drives into me over and over again, fucking me into the carpet. I can already tell my back and ass are going to be raw with friction burns tomorrow. Worth it doesn’t even begin to cover it. He braces one forearm beside my head to keep me from sliding backward, but it only does so much. He’s a fucking machine, and I’m here for it.

All the anger, the sadness, the guilt we’ve both been carrying pour out in animalistic noises. My nails rake down his back, and he groans, thrusts harder, sweat dripping from his temple onto my neck.

His piercing drags over my G-spot and lights my world up white. A cry tears out of me before I can muffle it. He does it again. And again. On the third time, I snap. The orgasm rips through me, sharp and unstoppable. My whole body locks, then shakes. Wetness floods out around him, soaking us both.