Issue#30-A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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His kiss is harsh, demanding that she open her lips. She does greedily to match each stroke of his tongue with her own. Mikel lifts her from her feet with both hands firmly under her ass as her fingers begin to move over his chest to push his ebony overcoat over his shoulders. He grunts deeply in his inked chest as he fondles her bottom savagely. Deeper he delves into her sweet mouth making the witch moan which fires him even more.

He takes a step, then two, his tongue raking over hers to find one of three make-up tables crammed into the drafty room. Mikel sweeps the stand clear, bottles and womanly accoutrements fall to the floor in a jangle of sounds barely heard beneath the next dancer`s music. The small round bulbs surrounding the mirrors cast a muted glow over them as he shrugs from his coat, leaving her for just a moment.

He sees her lips are swelling already from his assault but they lift at the corners slightly as her fingers work at the four dark buttons of his vest.

“Hurry,” he pants down at her taking time only to remove his holsters and drop the worn leather cased Glocks to the floor atop his discarded vest. Ephra wets her lips as he steps back between her open legs, his fingers on his zipper. She can see the man is hard and ready, his black leather pants strain to contain his impressive erection. Her lashes sweep upwards over his bare chest then she gasps at the drying blood marring the huge raven on his skin.

“Oh Mikel…”

He mutters something unintelligible then places a large cold hand to her left breast squeezing the flesh once before he pushes her small shoulders to the looking glass behind her. His moves are quick and gruff; one hand to her ankle has her bottom to the edge of the dark wooden stand.

”Mikel wait….” she pants when he rips the navy blue thong from her body. Ephra shivers at the primal look the towering male gives her sex a second before he tugs his fly down.

Her gaze leaves his bloodied chest to linger on his thick stalk before it plunges into her. She hisses at the huge thrust yet grabs his forearms with ringed fingers and digs her nails into his flesh. Mikel pushes deeper into her heat. His hips grind downward while hers arch up. He plows into her over and over hoping to expunge the fire lit by both Mary and Gallo.

Ephra grimaces at his thrusts now he notices.

”Am I hurting you?” he asks raggedly sliding out. His prick nestles amid her curls slick and glossy with her juices and twitches angrily.

“A little.”

“The pheromones,” he huffs, each muscle in his powerful frame taut.


“You`re like a pressure cooker,” she responds breathlessly. ”Let`s release a little steam okay?” Ephra asks gripping his shaft with a tight fist.