There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

He climbs on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat. It’s dripping down from
the inky tips of his hair, from the sharp planes of his jaw. It splashes on my
face and my breasts. I open my mouth to taste the salt on my tongue, I lick it
off his throat. I want his sweat and his cum all over me. I want to be filthy.
He rams his cock inside me. The harder he fucks me, the harder he gets. His
cock is on fire, I feel it burning all the way up inside me. My wetness could
be pussy or blood. I don’t fucking care anymore.
I look up into his face and I see the naked Cole, that real, true creature. The
devil himself. Eyes as black as pits, always burning. Face as beautiful as sin.
Mouth forever hungry, swallowing me whole.
This is Cole unleashed. Full of fury and passion and hunger. His control was
always an illusion. The real Cole takes what he wants.
He’s taking me here and now. Pounding me into this floor. Fucking me
mercilessly.
And still he wants more. I can see it in those eyes. He wants something from
me that I still haven’t given.
His hands close around my throat.
At first I think he’ll only squeeze for a moment, the way he’s done before:
cutting off blood flow so my head spins and my pussy throbs. Turning sex
into delirium.
This time he doesn’t stop. He only squeezes harder.
“Stop,” I gasp. Then, more frantic, “Stop!”
The word comes out in a croak. My throat is too constricted for speech. No
air, no blood can get through.
Still he chokes me.
He’s looking down into my face, his eyes dark and pitiless.
I try to knock his arms away, but they might as well be iron bars welded in
place. His hands close relentlessly, real pressure now, real weight.