Meteors shower the night as my climax grips me. The beautiful, shimmering lights fade and blink out as fast as they blaze across the sky. Just like pleasure, the height of which is such sweet, fleeting bliss, and then we’re burning out.

“Come, sweetness. Come so fucking hard for me,” Kallum commands, unleashing a growl that travels right to my center.

Like clinging to the dying wisp of an erotic dream, I grip tight to the eroding edges, where the cruel tease of that elusive pleasure teeters on the fringe.

Painful and torturous and maddening.

As I pull a satisfying breath into my starved lungs, my entire body tightens around the negative space. My inner walls clench, and my hips lewdly thrust to drive the aching throb deeper.

“Oh, god.” My muscles burn and contract. What started off as a slow build peaks all at once and shatters through me. A strained moan tears free as liquid fire pours through my veins, leaving me trembling, every cell fluttering with aftershocks.

“Goddamn.” Kallum’s voice is guttural and abrasive against my ear, the sound of his rapid, heavy breaths an erotic chord strummed across my body in pleasure’s wake. “You are so fucking sexy, you kill me. It’s fucking torture not touching you.”

It’s his strong arms that keep my limp body from crumpling to the terrace. I linger in his firm embrace, his warm and lean muscles hard along my soft curves, his distinct masculine scent a comfort. The furious beat of his heart ricochets through his cells to mine.

I slip my hands from his on the rail and turn in his arms, hit with the fierce desire burning in his striking gaze. The threat there undeniable as the embers of lust are fanned into flames. Kallum feeds off my pleasure, but he is the epitome of insatiable.

He’s so devastatingly beautiful in this moment it aches.

And if he doesn’t touch me, I’ll go out of my mind.

Mad with pleasure.

The pleasure principle is the psychic force that motivates us to seek gratification of our instinctive impulses—hunger, thirst, sex—as the id demands replete gratification.

It never stops wanting.

Kallum’s desire to eliminate my pain is still a selfish one, only rivaled by his need to be the one to derive pleasure from it.

By that design, the delirium I feel at having him at my mercy is intoxicating. It’s like wielding the power that fuels the sun, and it’s darkly addictive.

As the party commences below us, possible leads and answers all gathered in one place, the need for those answers is overruled by my desire for Kallum to touch me, be inside me, blissfully caving to his ravenous demand for hedonistic pleasure.

It’s the pained expression on his face that tears at my weakening resolve. I cling to his shoulders, my mouth inches from his, so close to tasting the blood stained on his lips, as I push my body against him to feel his fight—how badly he wants to take me this second.

“It’s not enough,” I say.

Sweat dampens his hair as his gaze ignites, and I swallow his agony as it’s expelled in a coarse groan. I lower my hand and circle my fingers around his thick erection. “I need you inside me.”

The words have barely left my mouth before he has me lifted in his arms, his fingers digging into the backs of my thighs in bruising demand as he hauls me to the other side of the terrace.

I’m swept into Kallum’s turbulence, the impact of being hit by a tidal wave. Any fear of toeing the edge is a fading memory as I face the unbridled demon in his eyes.

It’s not the hit at the bottom that is terrifying.

It’s the loss of control during the fall.

With Kallum, the fall may never stop.

I’m pressed to the glass door, my back braced between his body and the hard surface, as he frees one hand to work the doorknob. When it doesn’t turn, he issues a heated curse. His gaze solders to mine and, with a fervent groan, he bears down and twists the handle. The shattering clink of the broken mechanism heightens my arousal.

I arch an eyebrow. “You have a bad habit of breaking doors.”

“Fuck it.” His voice is coarse like gravel as he wrenches the door open. “I’ll buy them a whole new creepy house after we’re done tearing down these walls.”

The muffled beat of music filters from the lower level as the room instantly insulates us in the dark. I shiver at the blast of cool air over my sweat-slicked skin. “Where are you taking me?”

“The shadows.” My back finds another unyielding surface as Kallum plants me against a wall, his body caged around mine. “The filthy things I’m about to do to you are only for me, sweet Halen.”

His hips pin me to the wall, allowing him to shove my skirt up my thigh before he tears the seam of my panties, roughly forcing the ruined material out of the way. Then he captures my mouth in another sensually brutal kiss.

I hear the distinct rustle of his belt buckle, then his pants are shoved down, all while my legs stay locked around his waist. He wraps his hand around the base of his cock, and just the lecherous act of him grabbing himself and notching the tip to my entrance works a desperate sound from my mouth.

“Nothing about this will be gentle.” He’s barely voiced the warning before he thrusts forward. The hard warmth of his cock fills me fully, hitting that deep ache low in my womb and earning a hitched cry as I dig my heels into the slab of muscle in his lower back.

His rising growl is broken by his teeth sinking into my neck.

My hands move of their own accord, tearing at the buttons of his shirt until I have it wrenched open. I roam the sculpted contours of his chest, trace the inked skull of the stag, touch the hollow eyes that stare right into my depths.

I dig my nails into his shoulders as he immediately drives into me again. Deeper, harder. Rougher. Shredding right through my clenched inner walls and sanity.

“God—fuck, you’re so fucking wet. Let me die buried in this sweet pussy.” His hot breath fans over my shoulder as he kisses and marks me, teeth scraping possessively.

My body responds instantly to his praise, my arousal slick between us, a conduit to summon his darkest cravings.

His arm anchored around my lower back, he rails into me with relentless need, every thrust more forceful and devastating than the last. He has my blouse tugged open to touch and lick my breasts, his movements frantic, control annihilated.

My moans come uninhibited, drowned out by his furious growls and the music, torn from my chest in ragged, desperate sounds. When Kallum finds my mouth again to seal a kiss, he digs his fingers into my hair, tilting my face up to him as he ruts into me like a feral beast. He releases my hair only to fasten his hand around my throat, the healed over cuts on his palm coarse friction as he braces me to the wall in the perfect angle to deliver his brutal thrusts.

He fucks me ruthlessly. He fucks me with his whole body. Harsh breaths fall between us as he keeps a severe, wild pace, like he’s punishing me for making him want me so badly.

He fucks me like he’s scared to stop.

My body doesn’t just take the cruel treatment, lust fires through me with vicious yearning as his hips bruise the inside of my thighs, his chest crushes mine.

My shoulder blades take the brunt of his brutality, bones pounded against the unforgiving wall. His palm cuffed around my throat prevents a full breath, the pressure building into a crushing ache. My heartbeat pounds against my eardrums, and flaring sparks of light burst against my eyelids like the shower of meteors in the sky.

“Fucking hell…I need all of you.” His avow falls over my swollen lips, and I’m not sure if he’s even aware he’s uttered the words, he’s so gone. His eyes blaze with hunger and something dark and primal.

Kallum is frenzy.

The pained expression on his face clenches my heart as he rails into me, his need to be closer, my need to be felt, the constant, agonizing demand for more that ruins us. I cling to his shoulders, swallowing his guttural moans as I crave oxygen.