Chapter 115
Elijah Vaughn.
He laid me on my back, stayed on top of me for a moment, but soon sat up and pulled me onto his lap, making me ride him. His hands held my thighs, his eyes fixed on mine, without looking away for a second.
I moved quickly, with need, my heart exposed in my gaze.
“I love you, Dante…” I gasped, my body already at its limit.
“I love you too. And I love every part of you, Elijah. Every part.”
The thrusts became more intense.
The world was spinning.
Not only from the vertigo of pleasure, but from what it represented.
Every movement, every sigh and touch, was a silent promise of reconciliation, of raw and true love, the -kind that consumes, that burns, that transforms.
My hips moved in steady rhythm, riding with pleasure on his cock. His hands squeezed my thighs, guiding my ride with precision and desire.
The heat of his body burned beneath my skin, and our locked gazes said everything that words could never
express.
I leaned forward, bringing our chests together, and captured his mouth in a hungry, desperate kiss, as if seeking in him the air I lacked. Our tongues danced in sync, our ragged breaths mingling in the same
space.
His large hands slid down to my buttocks and squeezed firmly, making me gasp against his lips. He penetrated even deeper, making my body tremble with pleasure. I felt the head of his member hit my prostate with precision, eliciting a muffled moan between kisses.
“Shit, Dante…” I let out, my forehead pressed against his.
In a sudden movement, he stood up with me in his arms, without pulling out.
He wrapped his strong arms around me, his hands supporting my weight, holding me possessively. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I continued to kiss him fervently, moaning against his mouth as he penetrated me with quick, deep thrusts, walking around the cell as if nothing could stop him.
I scratched his shoulders, digging my nails in hard as pleasure made me lose control.
His member throbbed inside me, hitting my prostate perfectly, sending me into ecstasy.
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The sensation was overwhelming, as if there was no room for any other thought but him.
His scent.
His skin.
His touch.
The heat of his body.
“Dante…” I moaned into his mouth, feeling the orgasm building, dense and inevitable.
He put me firmly on the floor, his domineering and lewd gaze fixed on me.
Before I could say anything, he grabbed my waist and turned me around, pushing me gently until I was leaning against the cold wall of the cell.
“Stay like that for me.” His voice was hoarse, heavy with desire.
Gasping, I obeyed, resting my hands on the wall, my legs spread apart, completely exposed to him.
I felt him penetrate me again, harder this time.
A loud moan escaped my lips as his hands gripped my waist tightly.
The pace quickened.
His thrusts were rhythmic and intense, and the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room.
Each thrust was deeper, more precise.
The cold wall contrasted with the burning heat growing inside me.
The pleasure was raw, unfiltered, but full of meaning.
It was more than sex.
It was reconciliation.
It was desire and forgiveness fused into a single act.
“I’ve always been yours…” I replied between moans. “F**k me harder, Dante… make me come again…”
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