Page 45 of Allegiant

I whine in desperation. Each second that passes leaves me a little more untethered. I have no idea what he’s talking about. I’m mindless.

“You are too,” he says, and it’s not a question, more of a statement.

I nod, the realization finally hitting me. “Yes. Yes. Just take me already.”

The teasing fucker still doesn’t move. I arch up a little farther until the head of his cock snags on my rim.

Is Samson made of stone? Or just determined to make me break?

Well, two can play at this game.

I groan and pull a leg up onto the counter, bending forward. I’m splayed fully open to him now, wanton and needy. Then, I say the one word I suspect he can’t resist. “Please.”

Samson groans, running a hand down my spine. “Fuck. The things you do to me, Row.”

Then I feel it, his cockhead pushing into me, slow, careful, until I’m arching back. The sting of it, the slide.

I gasp and moan, trying to find my bearings, but it’s hard when he’s so big.

He splits me wide open.

His fingers dig into my hips, his nails poking into my skin. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and he swears under his breath as he bottoms out, his chest heaving as he tries to steady himself.

But I don’t want him steady.

For the next two days, I want him unglued.

Whatever he sees on my face has him snapping. His hips pull back and then slam relentlessly into me.

I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s so powerful all the time, but like this? Samson looks like a god. Or perhaps a demon. Whatever he is, I hope he never changes. This kind of power quenches me. I’ve been dying of thirst for so long, and now Samson is giving me what I need to survive.

The counter bites into my stomach as he fucks into me, hard and unending, our skin slapping as it meets. I do nothing but take it, my body pliable and willing, his a force to be reckoned with.

He growls and curses as I moan and plead.

Everything fades. I feel nothing but him.

He lifts me up slightly, my foot off the ground, my body sliding up the counter, my hand against the mirror as I balance myself.

He doesn’t stop. He just keeps doing, using me over and over until it’s almost unbearable.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growls, and then he slams into me, holding me still as he empties himself into my ass, his body jerking slightly as he does.

My eyes close as I feel myself fill, as his cock swells and pulses inside of me. My head is completely silent.

It’s…blissful.

When Samson stops twitching, he places a kiss on my back, right between my shoulder blades. “I don’t know, Row. I think you’re the dangerous one.”

My brow furrows. I go to ask what he means, but then he’s pulling out, leaving me against the cool counter, his hands massaging my ass.

“So pretty,” he says, and then he lifts me and sets me down gently, my feet hitting the floor, my hard cock finally free.

I half expect him to pick me up and carry me to bed, but instead he drops to his knees, buries his face between my cheeks, and shoves his tongue into my dripping hole.

Any questions I might have had leave me. I can’t think about anything other than what he’s doing to me. How he’s tasting himself. What we’ve just shared.

His hand wraps around my cock, and an inarticulate scream leaves me. The sensation of being taken at both ends is almost too much.