Page 94 of Dishonored

“You don’t know what it feels like.”

“Tell me, then.”

Soft, warm lips drifted over her trembling mouth, and cheekbones. Tender, and sweet, and entirely hot.

“Fuck, tell me,” he demanded when she couldn’t form words.

His order was punctuated by a hard jerk of his hips that had his cock hitting her inner walls in just the right spot to make her clench, and soak him even more with her juices. Aria let out another one of those broken moans.

“I’m so full,” she breathed, “and it’s not nearly enough. You make me want more. And then I want to breathe, but I want you to squeeze so I can’t, too.”

He did just that.

Long, strong fingers gripping tight to her delicate throat, and making her breath hitch.

“Keep going,” he murmured along the seam of her lips.

“I’m hot—all over. I just want …”

“More.”

“More,” she echoed.

Jesus.

He pulled out fast, then, and dove right back in. It started a brutal pace between them that could only end with an ache between her thighs, and sweat slicked down her skin. She needed it, though. Needed to have this. She never got this, now.

Never would again.

His hand at her throat kept her pinned to the bed, and under his weight. A heavy, substantial weight that she couldn’t escape, and didn’t want to. His other hand between her thighs used the slickness of her sex to ease the sensation of his fingertips dragging harsh circles over her throbbing clit.

One.

And then two.

Three.

Four.

“Don’t even fucking ask me for it—just take it.”

She knew what he meant.

Her orgasm.

He always wanted her to beg.

To be sweet.

To ask him.

She couldn’t have done any of those things even if she tried. It came on too quickly, and far too fierce. Not something she could control, or hold back. It was there all at once like a wave crashing into the sand with violent intent, and taking parts of her away with it when the tide went back out.

And fuck … it was wonderful.

Caesar had her flipped over before the orgasm was even done, and was shoving his cock back into her clenching cunt before she realized he was gone. His arm wrapped around her middle, and pinned her arms against her body. He fucked her like that, too, with his mouth against the back of her throat, and his face buried into the mess of her hair.

Dark, hot words whispered along her skin.