Bab 181: | Standing At The Edge

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Anthony's fingers twined with mine, his hot breath searing my skin while he dragged his nose down the back of my neck. "I knew you had it in you. I knew you were strong. Resilient. I just didn't count on it fucking with my resolve."

I moved my ass against him, wishing he would enter me. Fuck me. Use me. "What resolve?" I asked between panting breaths.

"My resolve to not lose my shit with you." He bit into my shoulder, and I cried out. "To not hurt you while I fuck you so hard your body will feel like it's being torn in half."

Soft whimpers turned into panting gasps. "I want that."

One hand slipped down my arm, fingers tracing around my shoulder, cupping my breast. "What do you want, Anna? Tell me."

"I want you to take me. I want you to use me like you want to."