Page 117 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“You’re mine. Even though I can’t have you. I’ll never let another man touch you.”

“You won’t?” I breathe against his lips.

“I’d fucking kill anyone who dares to touch you,” he growls, his breathing growing quicker.

“Then why don’t you claim me as yours?” I ask, my eyes flicking between his.

“Because,” he murmurs. “I’d destroy you. We all would. You’re too good for us, Lola Girl.”

“You don’t know me, Sylas. You’ve never taken the time to get to know the real me.”

His eyes close for a moment, his hand slowing down.Shit, he’s going to pass out again. I need to keep him awake.

Reaching between us, I grab his cock and angle it so that it’s pressed against my soaked entrance. I’m so wet right now, so turned on. I need this, I need him.

Slowly, I lower myself, my fingers digging into his shoulders as his thick cock stretches me open for him.

His eyes open again, lips parting as he groans. “Fuck,” he pants out. “What are you doing?”

“Fucking you,” I tell him as I take him fully inside me.

His glazed eyes lock on mine, and I roll my hips, moaning as a burst of pleasure shoots through me.

“Fuck,” he groans, gripping my hips. “You’re such a dirty little slut. So fucking desperate for my cock. If you want it that bad, then take it,” he growls.

A thrill flutters through me, his demand and dirty words egging me on.

He wants me to fuck him? Then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Lips parted, my eyes stay on his as I start to ride him.

With each roll of my hips, the burning need inside me grows hotter and hotter.

My breasts bounce with the motion, my nipples so tight they hurt.

I can’t believe this is happening right now. I’m having sex with Sylas.

Between the sounds he’s making and the way he’s looking at me—like I’m his heaven and he’s my hell—has me moving faster.

I want to make him feel good, to please him, to make him cum.

I want him to fill me up, to mark me as his.

“That's it,” he grunts. “Ride me. Such a dirty fucking whore.” He reaches up, wrapping a hand around my neck. I gasp in surprise when his fingers tighten.

A shiver runs down my spine, my breath nearly getting cut off with how hard he’s gripping me.

His smile turns into a snarl, his hand on my hip gripping me so tightly it’s going to leave bruises.

My nails dig into his skin harder, making him grunt, and his grip on me tightens even more.

Blood pounds in my ears, my breaths coming in little gasps now as I struggle to breathe.

There’s pressure behind my eyes, but the feeling inside my core turns to something more intense.

All my senses are heightened. I can feel every stroke of his cock along my inner walls, the tip hitting my sweet spot perfectly. My swollen clit grinds against him, making my pussy quiver around his shaft.

His breaths come out heavy, more shallow. His nostrils flare as he works me over his cock, forcing me to move faster and faster.