“Harder.”
Eros shoved me against the wall, one arm wrapped under my leg, his other hand wrapped around my throat. I dug my fingers into the stone above me, looking for something—anything—to hold myself up. He pulled me closer with every thrust.
My cheeks warmed, and I breathed slowly out of my nose, my head in a fog. “More,” I said. I needed more.
I wrapped my legs around Eros’s waist. He thrusted faster and drew my n****e into my mouth, his teeth grazing against it. I clenched around him, ready to release myself, but he pulled out. “I didn’t say that you could c*m yet, did I?”
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered.
He sat me on our mahogany bed and grasped my chin. “Did I?” he asked. I smirked at him, eyes wide with excitement. I could devour him for days upon days and never get tired of him. He
