Scrupulous (An Affliction of Falling Novel Book 1) by Kristina Canady Page B
Authors: Kristina Canady
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has taken me to the brink.
“a Dhia!” I scream in Gaelic as my body clenches down around him and is ripped apart by orgasm, unaware my native tongue has taken over, all forms of restraint willingly lost to this stranger’s hands. Never have I forgotten myself so completely and let my carefully constructed exterior that was constructed for all encounters with men slip away.
As the waves of trembling begin to subside, he quickly jumps up and I hear a sink running. Assuming he is washing his hands, I lie unblinking up at the ceiling, reveling in what I had just experienced. The moment doesn’t last long as his weight shifts the mattress. He settles back over me and quickly owns my mouth once more. The taste of myself on his lips is more erotic than I ever thought it could be. That simple addition causes me to forget myself completely and hungrily pull him closer, unhinged and aching to be closer than I can seem to get.
Gavin seems to hesitate at first, briefly pulling back to look me in the eye. Staring up at him from under my lashes in confusion, he gives into the moment and meets my starved state, head on. It is as if we cannot touch, taste, or feel one another enough; every bit of contact surged our desires even more.
We quickly reach a crescendo, deafened by passion, panting breaths robbing us of words. I need him inside of me with an urgency that can’t be explained. But he seems to slip away from me again, lost in his own thoughts, the event laden with one set of intentions quickly getting away from us as something beyond words starts to forge.
“Please, Gavin, I need to feel you,” I beg, on the verge of tears that had been solicited by the intense emotions I have never known to exist, and he is the cause. Everything aches simultaneously with need and pleasure, encouraging my madness. Dropping his mouth to my nipple, he pointedly ignores my plea.
“Gavin! Please, put me out of my misery,” I whimper helplessly, drawing his gaze to mine, eliciting another odd expression from him. What is he internally battling with? Why the hell am I begging to be fucked? More importantly, when have I ever had to beg to be fucked? Before my inquisitions can continue, a tender kiss falls upon my lips and the head of his erection teasingly presses at my entrance but does not enter.
The ache to be filled by him causes my hips to sway. Gavin stills my wayward attempt with his strong grip and promptly sheaths himself in one quick and painful movement. The pain does not hurt as one might expect; it is delicious and contenting. He lays inside of me, unmoving, tracing kisses down the column of my neck, allowing me to adjust to his size. It doesn’t take long before my hips buck again, attempting to take control. Gavin surprisingly bites my flesh in soft warning, aware of what I am up to. Whining in protest, I huff and pull away, the madness threatening me once more. Not getting far, he slips a forearm under my neck and a heavy palm under my rear.
“Patience, girl,” he bites out and rests his forehead tenderly on mine.
Gently pulling out a bit, he pauses before thrusting back in. Gavin continues on in this slow and torturing pace. He is filling me to the brim in one moment, teasing me the next, and the friction only makes it that much more exasperating. Desire, sensory overload, and satiation with bits of discomfort amplify everything else, quickly driving me into a new high.
Gavin’s fingers continue to dig into my ass as he holds it perfectly in place to accept his length. Unable to practice restraint anymore, he quickly picks up speed, taking me along to another peak in no time. What started as calculated and controlled intentions unravel in minutes into a lusty, passion-filled rage where no one is in control.
In perfect harmony, we shatter for one another, he inside of me. The intensity wipes us out and crumbles any traces of barriers that may have been left, leaving me raw and unadulterated, bare before him. Beads of
“a Dhia!” I scream in Gaelic as my body clenches down around him and is ripped apart by orgasm, unaware my native tongue has taken over, all forms of restraint willingly lost to this stranger’s hands. Never have I forgotten myself so completely and let my carefully constructed exterior that was constructed for all encounters with men slip away.
As the waves of trembling begin to subside, he quickly jumps up and I hear a sink running. Assuming he is washing his hands, I lie unblinking up at the ceiling, reveling in what I had just experienced. The moment doesn’t last long as his weight shifts the mattress. He settles back over me and quickly owns my mouth once more. The taste of myself on his lips is more erotic than I ever thought it could be. That simple addition causes me to forget myself completely and hungrily pull him closer, unhinged and aching to be closer than I can seem to get.
Gavin seems to hesitate at first, briefly pulling back to look me in the eye. Staring up at him from under my lashes in confusion, he gives into the moment and meets my starved state, head on. It is as if we cannot touch, taste, or feel one another enough; every bit of contact surged our desires even more.
We quickly reach a crescendo, deafened by passion, panting breaths robbing us of words. I need him inside of me with an urgency that can’t be explained. But he seems to slip away from me again, lost in his own thoughts, the event laden with one set of intentions quickly getting away from us as something beyond words starts to forge.
“Please, Gavin, I need to feel you,” I beg, on the verge of tears that had been solicited by the intense emotions I have never known to exist, and he is the cause. Everything aches simultaneously with need and pleasure, encouraging my madness. Dropping his mouth to my nipple, he pointedly ignores my plea.
“Gavin! Please, put me out of my misery,” I whimper helplessly, drawing his gaze to mine, eliciting another odd expression from him. What is he internally battling with? Why the hell am I begging to be fucked? More importantly, when have I ever had to beg to be fucked? Before my inquisitions can continue, a tender kiss falls upon my lips and the head of his erection teasingly presses at my entrance but does not enter.
The ache to be filled by him causes my hips to sway. Gavin stills my wayward attempt with his strong grip and promptly sheaths himself in one quick and painful movement. The pain does not hurt as one might expect; it is delicious and contenting. He lays inside of me, unmoving, tracing kisses down the column of my neck, allowing me to adjust to his size. It doesn’t take long before my hips buck again, attempting to take control. Gavin surprisingly bites my flesh in soft warning, aware of what I am up to. Whining in protest, I huff and pull away, the madness threatening me once more. Not getting far, he slips a forearm under my neck and a heavy palm under my rear.
“Patience, girl,” he bites out and rests his forehead tenderly on mine.
Gently pulling out a bit, he pauses before thrusting back in. Gavin continues on in this slow and torturing pace. He is filling me to the brim in one moment, teasing me the next, and the friction only makes it that much more exasperating. Desire, sensory overload, and satiation with bits of discomfort amplify everything else, quickly driving me into a new high.
Gavin’s fingers continue to dig into my ass as he holds it perfectly in place to accept his length. Unable to practice restraint anymore, he quickly picks up speed, taking me along to another peak in no time. What started as calculated and controlled intentions unravel in minutes into a lusty, passion-filled rage where no one is in control.
In perfect harmony, we shatter for one another, he inside of me. The intensity wipes us out and crumbles any traces of barriers that may have been left, leaving me raw and unadulterated, bare before him. Beads of
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