He places a soft kiss on my clit, and I jump again when his fingers swipe up my slit, collecting my arousal on his fingers.
“Come here,” he orders. I lift my head, dizzy from seeing the world right-side up again. He pries my mouth open and places his fingers on my tongue. Instinctively, I suck, and Zade’s nostrils flare.
“That’s what freedom tastes like. I want you to have that on your tongue while you watch night fall, and I show you how absolute your life is.”
His fingers retreat, and he bumps my chin, indicating for me to drop my head again. I do, my vision blurring.
Emotion clogs my throat, trapping the flavor in my mouth as he returns to my pussy. I tremble as his tongue slowly slides up my slit, licking me thoroughly and groaning as he does.
“Fucking nirvana,” he purrs, dipping his tongue inside me before ascending to my clit.
I gasp when he sucks hard, the sunset blurring and my eyelids fluttering as he begins to stroke the sensitive bud. My back arches again, though this time, I’m prepared for the small drop and the way it steals my breath.
My hands curl, grasping at the grass and pulling roughly when he hits a spot that has a sharp moan exploding from my throat.
“Zade,” I plead.
His fingers rejoin his mouth, two of them plunging inside me and curling, and I roll my hips into his face so roughly, I feel my body inch down the edge of the cliff further. Another sound bursts from my throat, crowing at the sharp thrill that makes my heart feel like it’s going to combust.
His free hand lands on my hip, holding me in place while he devours my pussy, lapping up everything I have to offer like he’s a prisoner on death row, and this is his final taste of liberation.
There’s a smile pulling at the corners of my lips, tears in my eyes, and moans falling off the tip of my tongue while I stare at the sunset, finding what I’ve been searching for. An orgasm settles low in my stomach, sharpening from the feel of my perilous existence hanging by a thread.
His tongue flicks at my clit skillfully, and it takes little effort to send me barreling over. My eyes roll, and a scream ricochets down the jagged rocks and into the water. It feels like I’m close behind, tumbling over the sharp points and into the depths of an ocean I’d gladly drown in.
It seems like hours before my body comes down, and right as I do, he’s dragging me toward him and flipping me onto my stomach. Disoriented, I’m unable to resist when he pulls me up by my hips, settling me on my knees with my head still lowered and peeking over the cliff.
Gasping, I clutch tightly onto the edge, my fingers digging into dirt and rock as he comes down on me, pushing my chin clear past it. My thighs strain from the effort to keep from pitching forward.
His bare cock slides between the crevice of my ass, yet it feels like he’s taunting me with a candy-coated bullet. Beneath the delicious illusion is a threatening vow capable of destroying me.
Fisting my hair, he tilts my head back the slightest bit, giving me a full view of the scenery, “Have you found absolution yet, baby? Or do you need my cock to give it to you?”
His dark words send a chill down my spine, and I shiver from how exquisite it feels.
“Life could never be complete without you,” I moan.
A deep, rumbling growl reaches my ears before he pulls his hips back and sinks himself inside me, only getting a few inches in before it becomes too much. I yelp, the burn from his size causing me to screw my eyes shut.
Fucking hell, he needs goddamn dick reduction surgery.
I feel his answering grin as if hearing my thoughts, and I’m seconds away from throwing us both over the cliff just to spite him.
“You take it so fucking good, Adeline,” he purrs in my ear, his tone devilish. “I will never get tired of the feel of your pussy succumbing to me, and how you cry so fucking pretty when it does.”
On cue, a sharp moan releases from my throat as he inches himself in farther, my body succumbing to him just as he said.
“Keep watching,” he says sinfully. Forcing my eyes open, I watch as the sun begins to crest the water, casting the world in a deep red glow.
He works himself inside me, pumping in and out slowly until he’s seated completely to the hilt, confirming my own words.
I’m so full of him, and I’ve never felt more complete.
“You’re searching for life inside that sunset, yet I seek death between your thighs,” he rasps, his deep voice husky with desire.
Withdrawing to the tip, he thrusts inside me forcefully, and I cry out both from the bliss and the terror of being pushed over the edge.
But he doesn’t relent and continues to fuck me, testing the strength of the earth beneath us with every stroke. He keeps his hand tightly curled in my hair, bringing me back every time his hips push me forward.
I trade between staring out at the water and looking down into the unforgiving rocks that seem to come closer and closer.
My vision blackens from the acute pleasure radiating between my thighs, and the sounds that release from my throat are uncontrollable.
“Oh my God,” I sob, and he drives inside me so hard, my teeth clack from the force.
“You won’t find God in the sun when he’s already inside you,” he growls, reaching beneath me to find my clit and strum it expertly while hitting that perfect spot inside me, abusing it relentlessly until I erupt, my body going limp from how powerfully I come for him.
“Zade!” I scream, and I no longer care if I live, as long as this feeling never dies.
He gnashes his teeth, savagely fucking me until he meets the demise he sought after. A roar tears from his throat and he drives inside me so deeply, the both of us nearly meet our end at the bottom of the cliff.
We’d haunt Parsons Manor together, and it’s undeniable how much I love the sound of that.
“You have a spectacular forehead, my friend,” Zade says, a cloud of smoke swirling from the depths of his mouth. Jeff is strapped to a metal chair, and Zade is sitting across from him, puffing on a cigarette with one hand, and bouncing a little bouncy ball off his forehead with the other.
“Where the hell did you even get the ball from?” I ask, shaking my head as it rebounds off Jeff’s very red face again and back into Zade’s awaiting hand.
Our captive is not a happy camper. He’s seething at Zade, his entire body shaking from how heated he is.
He shrugs noncommittally. “I found it.”
Okay. Whatever.
The sound of tires crunching through dirt and blades of grass distracts me, and my heart drops with both adrenaline and anticipation.
“Claire’s here,” I announce. Zade only bounces the ball again in response, his posture relaxed as always.
There are at least fifty men surrounding the area, all hidden from sight. If shit goes awry, we have plenty of backup.
“Jay, she got a battalion with her?” Zade asks him, the Bluetooth chip in his ear as always. He’ll probably die with it in there. “…Three? Someone’s a nervous Nelly,” he murmurs.
“Three cars?” I clarify, my anxiety worsening. Sweat forms on my hairline, and I can’t tell if I’m nervous there’s going to be a full-blown shoot-out or if I’m nervous to see Claire.
The lead-up to the confrontation is what sends my nerves into a tailspin. The anticipation of what’s going to happen. Who’s going to get hurt or die. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, I find peace, as if I’m standing in the eye of a hurricane.
I just hate the calm before the storm.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.