"Dorian!"

He moaned when my pussy went tight, squeezing on him with the force of the orgasm that ripped through me and that was the sensation that definitely belonged as a whirlwind in the second circle of hell. There was no thought, nothing but the obliterated need, the thrill of reaching the end of the build and having it come to a head so that the madness made perfect sense. I held onto Dorian like a lifeline when he was always the one who pulled me back from the brink, when he always understood what he needed to do and say to make me think clearly again. He let me...