The fourth tentacle, already slick with its own juices, aligned itself and pushed straight into my ass, coiling deep into my bowels with a thick, squishy friction.
At the same time, another long, pink limb slithered up my torso, wrapping around my neck before forcing its way between my lips.
It slid past my teeth, smooth and cool, playing at my throat and filling my mouth until my moans were reduced to choked, desperate gasps. The remaining two limbs locked my knees high over his shoulders, forcing me completely open, exposing everything to the raw energy of the Core.
We were fucking like absolute monsters in the dark. There was no elegance here, no royal decorum. It was a violent, desperate exchange of heat and ice.
Jerome hammered into me with a thundering force that rattled my teeth, his hands digging into the flesh of my ass until I knew there would be dark bruises there by morning.
