Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

My hand drops on command.

He eats me out with hungry lips, sucking on my clit so greedily that I see freaking stars dancing before my eyes. Moans explode from my mouth. How I missed all the frenzy he ignites in me. His palm splays on my stomach, holding me in place. There’s no need. I’m taking everything he gives me. He’s bringing me higher and higher with every lap, every nibble. I stand no chance.

My body is his canvas, and he’s drawing his lust on me, shaping me to his desire, and marking me with his need.

His drive and passion undo me, and when he pushes two fingers inside of me while nipping at my clit, I fall apart on a stuttered moan. My thighs still tremble with the aftershocks. I need a moment to call my soul back to my body after that powerful orgasm.

But he’s not done and won’t stop until I come undone. He peppers my pussy and thighs with soft kisses, filling me with all those wonderful emotions only he can.

Climbing on top of me, he braces himself on his palms on each side of my face.

I cup his cheek, and he leans into my touch. Strong emotions tug at my heartstrings. He drops a kiss on my lips, looking at me with pure love and heartbreaking regret.

“If you could have just loved me, princess, I would have made us work. I would have been all in and given you everything in me. I would have depleted myself to fill you.” He inhales deeply and continues, tone laced with sorrow. “I would have loved you with all of me, with a capacity of not one heart but of a hundred—for a lifetime and beyond.”

His words shred my heart, scattering all the pieces in my chest while he pushes inside of me, filling me.

How can it be that he’s inside of me, and I can’t keep him?

He’s saying goodbye. I close my eyes to hide my tears, yet they slip out.

“Eyes on me,” he commands.

My eyes open on his, but it’s him who can’t take whatever he sees on my face. He throws his head back, groaning more in pain than pleasure.

“I’m dying in your arms while I have you… you’re killing me…”

Why is my love toxic?

I’d do anything to ease him, but I’d only hurt him worse.

Our eyes lock, but his image is all blurred.

“Stop crying, princess. Please, I can’t take it.”

I wrap my arms and legs around him, offering him my body, hoping to bring him a bit of pleasure. He slides even deeper inside me, and a moan breaks free—a bit of pleasure while we’re both succumbing to despair.

I kiss him, pouring every fractured piece of me into him. I don’t have much left of me, but it’s his.

He moves inside of me, slowly in the beginning. I feel every ridge, every inch filling me to the brim. It feels so good. A gasp of pleasure slips out.

“So fucking tight… so fucking perfect, this sweet pussy I’d do the unthinkable just to feel it squeezing my damn cock.”

What starts as slow love making shifts into raw fucking.

He pounds into me, thrusting in and out so hard that I bite into his chest. The pleasure shoves the anguish away. He feels so damn good inside of me—my slice of euphoria.

Gripping my hair, he yanks me back, and bites into my neck, driving so hard and fast into me, the bed rocks.

My nails dig into his back as I feel my second orgasm skyrocketing. I cry out his name, coming and falling back, boneless.

Pulling out, he shoots his release on my belly, breathing heavily. Without him inside of me, tentacles of loss strangle my life essence.

Dane hops off the bed and goes to the bathroom, leaving me yearning, but not for long. He returns with a wet hand towel and cleans me. I’m already an emotional mess but him tending to me breaks and soothes my heart simultaneously.

He dresses quickly with jerky movements—he’s going to leave. I clutch at my heart to ease the sharp pain debilitating me. Why would I think he’d stay?

“Dane…”