Mad Love (Slateview High 3)

He gave it.

One large hand delved into my other bra cup, finding my peaked and waiting nipple. He tugged and rolled it between his fingers, making me throw my head back as a new wave of sensa

tion shocked my nerve endings.

I couldn’t wait. I loved this boy, and fear of losing him still echoed in my heart. I needed to feel him inside me. Needed to be viscerally connected to him before I could believe that I hadn’t lost him already.

That he was mine.

That he would stay mine, come what may.

I tore at his shirt, shoving it up his chest until he let me haul it over his head. The second it was off, my hands were on him again, gliding over the smooth, warm skin of his chest until I reached the waistband of his pants. I pushed them down, reaching down with my other hand to free his cock from the confines of his boxers as I did.

God, I wanted to put my mouth on him. I wanted to drop to my knees and worship him, to make him look down at me with peace and happiness and desire in his eyes. I wanted to be his dirty angel, his filthy savior.

But right now, I wanted to feel him inside me more.

As he released my breast, leaving a wet mark around my nipple from his mouth, I urged him closer, rubbing his cock lightly and making him grunt.

I released him only long enough to fist the crotch of my panties, tugging the material aside.

“Please, Misael,” I whispered as he kissed me again. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck m—”

I didn’t even finish the last word before he complied.

He drove inside me, his first thrust so hard it seemed to knock the air from my lungs. Misael was usually playful and sweet, even in bed. But this? This was something different. This was something as primal and instinctive as humanity itself, something that existed in our blood even now, no matter how civilized we pretended to be.

A feral impulse to claim.

To mark.

To own.

There was nothing gentle or tender about his movements, but I felt the love in them anyway. That was something I had never known until I’d met the Lost Boys—something they had taught me.

Sometimes love wasn’t soft.

Sometimes it was hard, almost brutal.

But my body recognized and responded to this kind of love as surely as it did sweet kisses and light caresses. In fact, I craved this kind of contact.

Every time Misael bottomed out inside me, so deep it almost hurt, his pelvis slammed against my clit, making sparks shoot through me. One of his hands held my thigh in a bruising grip, keeping me right where he wanted me, while the other looped around my back, supporting me as he drove into me again and again.

“I love you, Coralee. I fuckin’ need you.” His words were broken and choppy, harsh and breathless. “Come for me. Come all over me.”

As if he couldn’t hold back any longer, he plunged inside me one last time, grinding his hips against mine in a rough circle as he let out a choked grunt. His cock pulsed as he flooded me with his cum, and I did just what he’d asked.

I came all over him.

My whole body shuddered, my core clenching as a gush of my own wetness flooded from the place where his cock impaled me. I buried my face in his neck, sobbing out my release as it poured through me like fire. It was too much, a pleasure so overwhelming it threatened to steal my senses. I bit down hard on his warm skin, closing my eyes and losing myself entirely in the feeling of Misael.

We were connected so deeply I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. I was wrapped around him, and he was wrapped around me, our souls knitting together so tightly that I thought it would kill me to tear us apart.

The tension finally drained from my body as the orgasm released me from its high, but I kept my hold on Misael. My arms were wrapped around him, my teeth still clamped around his skin as I breathed hot and wet against his neck. But I couldn’t bear to let even that connection go.

Finally, when my heartbeat began to slow, I lifted my head from the crook of his neck, peering down at my handiwork. The impression of two rows of teeth were clearly visible, with a growing hickey blossoming in between them. Instead of any sort of embarrassment, fierce pride and possessiveness surged through me, and I dropped my head again to lap at his skin, licking my bite mark like a cat.

Misael chuckled, his hands gliding over my thighs and ass. “Did you mark me, Princess?”