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Sandman – Ceasefire Series Book 6
He squeezes my breast, pinching my nipple until I squirm. Parting my thighs, I grant access to the hand that glides lower. A finger slips inside my slit, a second joining it to pump deep.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans. “Your sweet little pussy is so wet for me. Are you a horny girl, Robin? Are you my horny girl?”
I whimper into his mouth, welcoming his tongue as he kisses me with skill. I’m nothing but breath, need, and sensation. His rhythm is steady between my legs. My senses reel as I grind against his knuckles.
“More,” I demand, fighting the urge to grab his hand.
Morpheus chuckles. “Tell me, tell me what you want.”
“I want to come.”
He quickly has me hanging on a thread between sanity and mindless delirium. The world around me implodes as I orgasm. Fingernails raking his shoulders, my back arches in ecstasy.
“Oh my God,” I breath. Clinging to him, he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.
Eyelashes fluttering up, I find two swirling orbs of forever shifting brown staring down at me. Gold rings the pupils, turning the rest a molten amber.
“I’ll be your god. The only one you’ll ever need to worship,” he rumbles in his delicious accent. “Are you a virgin, Robin?”
“I…I don’t know,” I admit quietly. “It’s hard to know things like that when you don’t remember your life.”
Morpheus moves restlessly. The thick evidence of his desire presses against me yet to be satisfied. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I let him know its ok. I want this. Him. Now. More than anything.
He accepts my silent communication easing into me inch by inch, stretching me around him. When he slides in to the hilt, I can’t stop myself from moaning. Chest to chest, I can feel his heartbeat pressed to mine, smell the masculine scent of him.
My eyes flutter shut for a moment, my inner muscles clamped around him.
“Look at me,” Morpheus growls. “I want you to look at me as I fuck you.”
I meet his eyes as he pulls out and slams back into me. The opposite of how he’d pushed into me so gently moments ago. My gasp of surprise earns me a smirk. He picks up speed, his hips pumping, making the mattress shake beneath us as he fucks me hard and fast. I’m unable to tear my gaze from his face, the sheer look of utter pleasure written all over it. The bed creaks under the pressure of his thrusts, a delicious mix of pleasure pain consuming me.
Capturing my wrists, he keeps them pinned above my head. “I’ve been numb too long, my days filled with nothing but chaos. Moon dust wrapped up in silky skin, never apologize for burning so brightly. I want to be part of you even if it’s just for a little while.”